[It flashes through his mind. Briefly. But it's there. A short violent impulse, a flashbulb of an image of shutting her up in a more permanent fashion. Quick, easy, relatively painless. Getting rid of the body or hiding it would require hardly any effort with the rest of the carnage around the Barge. A fist clenches at his side before he makes himself let it go, pushing aside the thought as he steps off the elevator after her.]
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