She shuts her eyes against it, the memory of the gun in her hand and the metallic scent of blood in the air, the revelation that this is all turning into something much bigger that she never even anticipated. She takes a few shuddering breaths before she ends up losing it altogether, and her arms wind around his middle, hands clutching at his shoulderblades while she buries her face in his neck.

"I don't know what to think anymore," she confesses there, so quietly it's almost like she hasn't uttered the words at all. "It's like a nightmare I can't wake up from."