>>6009002>>6009018>>6009036>>6009399"Luna, no one is born knowing only how to kill. There's more to you than this," you assert, your words a blend of conviction and empathy. "Let's find that together."
She pauses, her gun still trained on you, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. For a moment, the hardened assassin facade slips, revealing the vulnerable child lurking beneath. "And what if I can't be anything else? What if this is all I am?" she counters, the tremor in her voice betraying her doubts.
"You can be anything you choose to be, Luna," you respond firmly, stepping closer, unafraid of the weapon pointed at you. "This life... it isn't what you deserve. Let me show you the possibilities that lie beyond this darkness."
Her grip on the gun loosens slightly, and though she doesn't lower it, you see her considering your words, wrestling with the idea of a life not dictated by violence. The seed of hope is fragile, but it's there, sprouting amid the chaos of her young life.
She finally lowers her gun, the tension in her shoulders easing as the weapon hangs loosely by her side. Hesitantly, as if not fully convinced of the safety or sincerity of the moment, she looks up at you. Noticing this shift, you slowly approach and gently wrap your arms around her. "It's okay," you whisper, offering comfort with a warmth that has long been absent from her world.
Her body stiffens initially at the unfamiliar embrace, but gradually, she allows herself to relax into your arms. The cold, distant facade of the contract killer fades, and for a fleeting moment, she is simply a child again—vulnerable and in need of reassurance.
"You're not alone anymore," you continue, reiterating your promise to help her find a new life—one filled with hope rather than despair. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you realize you no longer feel alone either.
~[End]~
