[The IV line that Shaw had pulled out of her arm lies abandoned on the floor, but now she holds something else in her fist: a needle, filled with a clear liquid. Slowly, carefully she lowers herself to the floor next to the servers, back pressed against them, legs bent at the knee in front of her.]
Good timing.
[She murmurs to herself, cradling the syringe in her hands. She doesn't put it down, but she doesn't look ready to use it, either.]
Thank you. Can you give her a message back?
[Dream logic. She feels certain that Root is dead, but that doesn't mean she feels certain that she's gone.]
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Good timing.
[She murmurs to herself, cradling the syringe in her hands. She doesn't put it down, but she doesn't look ready to use it, either.]
Thank you. Can you give her a message back?
[Dream logic. She feels certain that Root is dead, but that doesn't mean she feels certain that she's gone.]