[ In the heat of battle and in the absent impotence of distance it had been easy to imagine driving a blade through Dimitris Sarandis' chest in retribution for all that he had taken from them. A million different ways, she had seen this moment unfold, but now that it's here, she can only think of the twist of her gut when she watched Elena put a bullet through Decker's face after he was already down, of the fact that Sarandis was in their custody and could just as easily be imprisoned. Conflict rages in her, in equal part telling her that this is necessary and that it's all wrong, but she does not let herself pass judgment on Mark for it, only nods to him when she sees him and redirects her attention to searching Wynn's eyes for their resolve, for affirmation that there is no other way. ]
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