You should’ve seen the signs. Her sudden shyness, his new aggression…the fact HE KNEW how to knock out Swansea. But you didn’t, not until Anya told you directly.

Whether it was cabin fever, or the copious amounts of mouthwash you’ve drank, something snapped. Anya had a gun, you knew it, and you also knew she didn’t want Jimmy to have it.

…

A long while after retrieving the gun, you come back to medical. You never ended up using it, the axe fit your needs a lot better anyway. More personal.

Visceral.

Anya is shocked at the sight of you, broken and blood-soaked. But she can’t deny a part of her is relieved.

“He’s…?” She starts, still in need of confirmation that it’s done.