When he had shot her he had every clue as to what he was doing. He was doing his no-good brother a favor, and he should have been glad, the ungrateful snot. He was helping him.

When he had shot her, she had no clue as to why he was committing such a crime. She was doing his brother a favor, and he should have been grateful. She was helping them all.

He watched her bleed. She watched it, too.

And they both felt the strongest regret, if only for a moment.

She had let him down, and now she would pay.

He had let him down, and soon enough, he would pay, too.