Maybe it's Michael's influence or the desperate plea in his voice that reminds her so much of Alex - I can do this, Nikita! - but she gives him a chance. One. Dark eyes stare across dark space, reach across time and training and the no ones they work for:
"Then let me go." Please. I have to find him. I have to find, Michael. "Let me go."
Vulnerability doesn't have to make you weak, Nikita, Amanda's voice across an eternal divide. The lesson's still valid after all this time. Nikita uses the pause, the susurrus of four booted feet in jungle grass to lull him, then lunges.
Straight into him. She's not aiming for a kill. Just to knock him out, roll and run into the night. Let me go.
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Date: 2012-06-02 06:11 am (UTC)From:"Then let me go." Please. I have to find him. I have to find, Michael. "Let me go."
Vulnerability doesn't have to make you weak, Nikita, Amanda's voice across an eternal divide. The lesson's still valid after all this time. Nikita uses the pause, the susurrus of four booted feet in jungle grass to lull him, then lunges.
Straight into him. She's not aiming for a kill. Just to knock him out, roll and run into the night. Let me go.