He doesn't seem eager to swing at her again, like he was expecting that she would get out of the way the first time. Instead, he lets the blade cut a gash into the roof of the building, and keeps his eyes on her in a steady glare.
"They're dead," he hisses, but the mark that question leaves is visible, if only for a moment. With Rosa especially. "It doesn't matter anymore. There's nothing worth having left."
Which is why it feels so much easier to just try to make the rest of it leave.
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"They're dead," he hisses, but the mark that question leaves is visible, if only for a moment. With Rosa especially. "It doesn't matter anymore. There's nothing worth having left."
Which is why it feels so much easier to just try to make the rest of it leave.