*It's awhile before her hand steadies out, a long while during which all she's really conscious of is the man blinking and twitching and laid out as neatly as a butchered animal. Finally, Avada Kedavra hits him cleanly in the chest and all there is in the room is the great rushing sound of the spell and the gurgling he makes before he's quiet.

It's awhile yet before she even remembers Evan is in the room. But at least her hand is steady as she picks up the mask and fits it again to her face. Once she finds her voice, it's steady, but distant, faraway.*

Let's go.