He was horrified,
When he discovered what she had done.
He had fallen for her completely.
Yet she gladly took the bullet,
When she knew that the weave had pronounced her name.
She who had killed so many,
Including those now dead on the floor.
She joined their number,
And he wept inside.
He would try to continue the mission,
Even though the main weave was now destroyed.
There was still the one in Europe,
Albeit small, it would still work.
His days went,
Kill this person, saving the lives of who knew how many.
He was not surprised when his own name appeared.
He had been weaving his own path of destruction.
And with one last thought,
He followed her,
With a bullet in the same spot.
The temple was his favorite shot.