[ She thinks of all the weapons that they'd had in the Institute. Not one of them had been a gun. Clary can't help but wonder if her power stops the minute she puts her fingers on the trigger. This is an animal, not a demon. It's done nothing to her and there's no reason she should kill it and yet the ghost of Dagger's punishment rattles in her veins and she narrows her eyes and looks at the Madu for a moment.
Breathing in slowly, Clary draws on every bit of strength she has inside her, tells herself it's this or death, and let's her breath out. She squeezes the trigger and fires, her arm being forced back by the recoil. It hits and she feels a thrill of something, though she's not sure what to name her feeling.
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Breathing in slowly, Clary draws on every bit of strength she has inside her, tells herself it's this or death, and let's her breath out. She squeezes the trigger and fires, her arm being forced back by the recoil. It hits and she feels a thrill of something, though she's not sure what to name her feeling.
In a whisper. ] Did I kill it?