"He's already gone." He imagines there's no emotion in his voice. It's how he feels now regardless, or wants to feel. Empty. But even if he hears nothing, there's a crack there, at the end of his words.
"He'll be in the Capitol when this is over." And watching until then, which is why he can't follow Tom further, can't throw himself after the man in a desire to run head first into Molotov - he has to be running to Molotov, after all - and fall on her knife like a good little murder victim. He could probably take her normally, or at least make a good fight of it, but the way he'd let her do him in now would easily betray that death was on his mind the all along.
But Felicity's here, and while she's demonstrated she can take care of herself, he still considers himself her guardian for now. He can't help it, she's so young...
"You are right though, we should move. Someone or something might smell the blood." He starts to pull away.
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"He'll be in the Capitol when this is over." And watching until then, which is why he can't follow Tom further, can't throw himself after the man in a desire to run head first into Molotov - he has to be running to Molotov, after all - and fall on her knife like a good little murder victim. He could probably take her normally, or at least make a good fight of it, but the way he'd let her do him in now would easily betray that death was on his mind the all along.
But Felicity's here, and while she's demonstrated she can take care of herself, he still considers himself her guardian for now. He can't help it, she's so young...
"You are right though, we should move. Someone or something might smell the blood." He starts to pull away.