Back in the Capitol, they're probably commentating on how it's a lucky shot or something like that. She doesn't feel lucky, in fact she feels anything but right now. Maybe more like a monster or something like that. She knows that by removing the blade, he'll bleed out faster. Or he should if turtles have veins and arteries like humans. She can't be sure right now.

She quickly debates it. Either way he's going to die, it's just a matter of whether she wants to try to save him and fail miserably or let him go as quickly as possible so he can just get back to the Capitol. Really, the answer's a no brainer.

Clara pulls the sword out with a horrified look on her face before dropping the weapon on the ground as she climbs back to her feet to try to help him get down on the ground as gently as possible. "I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't mean to, but you didn't exactly give me another choice." Of course he did, but it was a choice that she still isn't quite ready for yet. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me."