A/N: Warning that this contains immediate spoilers for the end of the game, so if you haven't played that fair, stop reading.
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He isn't dead yet, then. She sees it through her borrowed eyes as she steps off the porch of Regal Apartments, the broken body lying in the street still twitching with the foolish remnants of hope.
Sees too the half-spirit not yet belonging wholly to her world, straddling the line of life and death that he hasn't even noticed in his panic. He was due to die, before long. No witch, but she's glimpsed his soul—the string of crimes in his past long enough to form a noose that she intends to tighten.
Convenient, then, that he should have thrown himself so readily in her path.
Abigail bends down to retrieve the gun lying on the cobblestones. His hands reach and grasp for it as though clutching at air while her own find purchase, the muscle memory in this puppet body drawing back the hammer with practiced familiarity.
She's never used one of these before. It excites her to know how it feels.
The first shot enters a lung and exits through his spine, the recoil sending a shockwave along her stolen arm that ignites in a thrill. The second one follows shortly after. Clustered shots, seven of them, through the right of his chest, expelling breath and blood as one.
A single bullet for his heart would have been quicker. Kinder.
Her punishments were never meant to be kind.
She makes a point to pass right through him on her way to leave, only the loaned body allowing such a luxury that for a brief second she can taste the pain and fear left in the wake of Ronan O'Connor's last breath. He'll see her again, minutes later, once she's discarded the meat puppet somewhere safe and unconscious and returned to witness the consequences.
He's disappointingly accepting of the whole situation, it seems. Calm pragmatism in the face of his own mortality, yet his questions for her are adorably oblivious.
She leaves him with a demon pit at his feet and half wonders if she'll hear him screaming in the distance should he recklessly try to cross. He never does.
Not a complete fool, then. Perhaps she'll have further use for him.