‘Is that the last man?’ she asked.
‘Yes. Oh, yes, don’t worry.’ His eyes flashed at her then away. ‘No survivors.’
She could hear the edge in his voice, the rage at what he’d been forced to do. ‘If you have something to say – ‘
Gun in hand, his head dropped, defeated. ‘No. We made an agreement. It’s just …’ His Adam’s apple bobbed like a cork on a pond. ‘It’s harder than I thought it would be.’
Nodding, she said, ‘It was never going to be easy, but you’ve done something to be proud of today.’ She looked pointedly at the gun hanging heavy in his hand. ‘One last thing.’
The gun raised, trembling. With one decisive motion he let it drop.
She peered into the cardboard box and smiled. ‘Right. That’s the toy soldiers packed. Now all that’s left is your comic book collection. We’ll have this spare room turned into a nursery in no time.’