It would seem that no matter how much time has passed very little would change within this world. No matter how time dances and swings, the people who shouldn't be in power will remain and there'll always be assassins to take care of the dirty work. Society either sees a person as a victim or the victor. Prey or the hunter.

In the years that she has lived, Nina never considered herself to be either or. She's the weapon, a gun with a trigger to be pulled without a second thought.

Though, it doesn't take her long to realize that her partnership with you hasn't changed and she isn't sure if that's a good, comfortable, thing or a terrible drag. Considering everything that you both have been through, it could go either way.

And right now? It's a terrible fucking drag.

She picks up her head, her middle finger pushing her sunglasses to the top of the bridge of her nose, blue eyes searching over your facial features, her lips pulling into a slight grimace. Her arm is still pressing down on your neck, holding you against the brick wall much more efficiently while her free hand holds her pistol under your chin.

"This isn't about me, you, or us, you understand?" Nina hisses, her voice deepening with each little growl that escapes her throat. "If I don't care about Anna, about Steve, then what makes you think that I give a damn about you?"

Truthfully, a part of her doesn't understand why it gets under her skin whenever you imply that this relationship holds more importance than it seemingly does. She doesn't want to understand, she doesn't want to think about it, so, why are you trying to make her think about it? Joke or not, she won't let you get away with it.

"You either focus on the job or you walk away from this."