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The scenes play together. Glory slumped against the wall, Sam just meters from Dez as she falls.
Dez has enough dead in her life. Enough dead today. She’ll remember the name and face of every agent who fell to the Brotherhood’s attack and Glory can’t be one of them.
I won’t let her be one of them.
She sees -
(Glory’s shoulders shake -)
sam’s face, blood and tears, and the woman who wasn’t dez watches her die
- but she’s smiling, laughing. Accepting Deacon’s hand as he helps her to her feet.
Glory’s pushed the ground again, Deacon pushed to one side, as Dez tackles her to the foor. Dez is laughing too, or maybe she’s crying. Whichever it is, she doesn’t care. Dez only cares about taste of Glory’s lips, the feeling of her return the kiss as eagerly as Dez gives it.
When they break apart - and Dez will kill Deacon if he makes one damn comment - they’re both kneeling on the floor, arms around each other. Dez hears,
“I was gone for ten minutes tops, Dez.”
“It felt like longer,” Dez replies, buring her head into Glory’s shoulder.