“Kiddo…” Kate whispered, her grip on her gun faltering as she stared at you.

You were her child. She had raised you alone after your mothers had gotten divorced. She’d given you all she could

But that wasn’t enough it seemed, because now you were stood across from her, holding your own gun

Your uniform brandishing the mark of the enemy.

“..What are you doing..? She frowned her voice filled with sadness, and worry. She wonders how you going to this point