It would be so easy, you know.

It's not even watching her. It peeled her like an onion, took what it wanted, and discarded her once it had its prize. [s]iIt deserves it.[/s] It's threatening the captain. It's a threat to [i]her[/i]. Let it live, and it'll do it again. Do it for yourself. Do it for Dolce, wouldn't he be disappointed if you let his wife die? One simple thrust, and so many problems just disappear.

It [i]should[/i] be easy. It's what she was trained to do. 

And that, more than anything else, is what pushes her in front of the barrel, watching as it tracks her. And she is so, so tired. 

"It doesn't have to be like this," she insists. "We can all be friends, here. See? No spear from me, no gun from you. You put your cannon away, I'll put my spear away, and we can negotiate without the threat of violence. You said it yourself, it's so much easier this way. You get to... Raving Direction? Right? Doesn't that sound nice?"

[5 on Talk Sense]