micyclethearcangle:

the blaster is still smoking, in dogma’s shaking hands. 

fives rests his hand heavily on top of it, forcing dogma to lower it, and slowly tugging it away from him. he knows the desperate look in dogma’s golden eyes, knows that if he doesn’t take it away soon, there’s a good chance dogma will turn it on himself. 

in the months to come, he sometimes wonders if inaction would have been a kindness.