"Don't press that button, mom."
Celeste's voice became consistent. Cold. Her gun pointed properly at her mother's head.
Her mother smiled. Finger hovering over the detonator. "You may not shoot me. You have by no means been capable of hurting me. not clearly.”
"Try me."
Outside, explosions rocked the estate. Gunfire. Screaming. The attack had started. Helena's team at the front. Marcus in the tunnels. Everyone is fighting. Everyone is dying.
And here they were. Mother and daughter. One finger away from ending it all.
"You know what's funny?" Her mother's smile got wider. "I actually loved you once. When you were little. Before I knew what you'd become."
"What did I become?"
"My biggest mistake. I should have killed you when you were born. Should have seen what a threat you'd be."
