Kat didn't put up the fight that she wished she could, not wanting to make it any harder on the civilians.  She suppressed the tears of rage and terror that wanted to flow, refusing to give them the satisfaction.  Instead she took the position they forced her into with a stone face, awaiting death stoically.  Silently she prayed to whatever gods she knew of for a swift death and the lives of the innocent to be spared.  She was unable to control the wince that resulted each time she heard a gun ring out and a body fall lifelessly to the floor, only a few feet away from her.<br/><br/>The godly voice that suddenly interrupted her thoughts did nothing to calm or sooth her.  Kat<em>knew</em>who this voice belonged to, and if he was staying their deaths it was only so he could think of more brutal things to do to them.  Her stomach lurched as her head began to spin and she began wishing for a bullet in the back of her skull.  No matter what she could not betray her resistance brethren, they needed to continue the fight.  Ignoring the sick feeling that was overtaking her she put on her cold, impassive mask once more.