[She looks a bit pale at what has just happened, her wide eyes shifting their gaze from the fallen man to Raleigh. He didn't die in the same way as those hit by pulsefire, but it was a quick death all the same. One that she'd caused. But she's not supposed to feel like this for defending someone, right?
Nervously glancing to Raleigh, she says:]
It's — you don't need to thank me.
[Her hands shake a little where they're still curled around the gun's wooden grip. Ziggy's not really sure what to do or say, but she tries to combat the guilt that is clawing its way into her head.]
He was a shitty person; they're all here to kill a bunch of innocent people. I had to do it, or he would've killed you. And probably a bunch of other people. He probably has killed a bunch of defenseless people, all this time...
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Nervously glancing to Raleigh, she says:]
It's — you don't need to thank me.
[Her hands shake a little where they're still curled around the gun's wooden grip. Ziggy's not really sure what to do or say, but she tries to combat the guilt that is clawing its way into her head.]
He was a shitty person; they're all here to kill a bunch of innocent people. I had to do it, or he would've killed you. And probably a bunch of other people. He probably has killed a bunch of defenseless people, all this time...