(GENEVIEVE looks down at the Duncan’s body, and his gun on the ground.)

“Pick it up,” he said

“It’s yours now,” he said

(looking towards the forest)

“Go that way,” he told me

Or was it that way? I can’t see

The trees are too thick

And the moon is too dim

And my feet are too weary

And I don’t know what lies ahead

(looking at the gun)

“…Pick it up,” he said,

“Keep it close…”

(She slowly picks up the gun… her hands tremble. She tries to clean off the blood, but she drops is and it goes off.)

(Talking to the dead body.)

What do you want from me?

Who do you think I am?

You can’t expect me to do this

You can’t think that I can!

(pointing to the gun)

I’ve read that they’re heavy

But to me it’s far too light

Compared to the damage

Compared to its might

“Keep it close”

That’s the instruction you left me

But to hold

This metal to my heart

Doesn’t make me feel safe

…Why does it make me feel scared?

Think, Genevieve, think

It’s what you know how to do:

If this thing is in my hand

Then it’s only mine to use

It only scares me when I touch it

If I pull the trigger till it clicks

So I can keep it far away

I’ll just keep it on my hip

Unless I choose

Until I choose

(She slowly picks up the gun.)

The reason it scares me

Is because I know what could do

If I choose

…If I choose.

(She aims the gun, pulls the trigger, and a nearby tree splinters in the center. Beat.)

“…Go that way,” he said

So it’s that way I’ll go

“You’re alone now,” he said

So this gun… I’ll keep close