Without even a second of hesitation, the metallic extension of my weapon flew through the air, piercing through thick flesh. A flash of scarlet caught my eye before the detonation, leaving no evidence of the homicide. I lowered my bow and sat against the smooth concrete wall. My eyes instinctively clenched shut, saying a small prayer for the mark. Recently, I had decided to do as little research about my target as possible. That made it significantly more difficult to track them down. But knowing who they are, what they do…it makes them real to me. It's like I'm getting to know someone, and suddenly, I end them. I have to wonder if that's even my call to make.
"You save lives by taking them. In the end, you are the hero. You help more people than you will ever hurt." Phil placed his hand on my shoulder.
I took a step back, "But they're still people."
"I know" He took a step toward me, "It'll all be over soon though. I know you can handle it."
"But that's just it!" I took another large step back and extended my arms, "I can't handle it! You heard Loki…I have heart. And apparently too much of it because I can't live with myself."
"Loki was right, you do have heart. Clint, the reason you are so good at what you do is because you have heart. If you didn't have such value for life, then how could we trust you to only take those who you are instructed to kill?" Phil put both of his hands on my shoulders, "It's the good in you that keeps you from being a murderer."
