Roman

*leans closer* what are you gonna do about it?

Something stupid. *his eyes drop to her lips for just a moment before he forces himself to look away*

What is it?

*steps through ashes of what's left of Volkov's empire* We did it. *turns to face her, blood streaked across his face* Your father is finished.

*stares at the burning remains* Finished. *voice hollow* Two years of this to hear those words.

*steps beside her* Now what?