"What the hell're you doing?" Sirius shouts over at the other half of their team. The half that's gone mental, apparently--while they had never really sat down to lay out a plan for what it was they were going to do, if and when they'd found any survivors, they had never really laid out a plan that included shooting them, either--but that's what's going on, and there's Kate on top of a stack of crates, agile as you please, her bow up and trained with terrifying focus toward the retreating figure--and the bear is still struggling, but Sirius' wand is trained elsewhere now, cautious, confused--had something gone wrong?

No, he decides, a second later. No, they're mental, they can't kill these people, not like this, and it's just then that Mila's vine grows tight enough on the bear's throat to kill it, at last--a final tattoo of its paws against the floor of the shuttle bay as it expires, claws scraping, desperately, at nothing--like wire through butter, the vine bites in, the bear dies, and Sirius takes off running toward Kate.

"Don't shoot her, what the hell are you doing-- Stay here, don't--" That's to Octavia, still clutching her machete, the last thing they need is a damn machete in anyone's head-- "KATE! Bloody-- stop! Both of you! Don't kill her, you-- ah, fuck," and he gives in, whips his wand up toward Kate, to get her weapon away from her before she can act, "Accio bow--"