You’re a little bit relieved when you find out it’s just her. Seems appropriate, somehow.

The irony slices through you like a sharpened blade – the only one you can hurt. The one you came here to kill. You know now that you never will.

Something breaks inside as you face off in the alley, and something else settles into place. It’s like a glacier melting, layers upon layers of ice calving, cracking, shifting, falling, until floating ice floes litter the sea. Green-gray, the ocean of her impassive gaze as you slide into her depths.

Cast adrift, you drown in her.