Moses didn't see it, and Guy and Bilbo were focused on their surroundings, even Nightwing missed it, focused on the machine.

But Harriet saw it, knew what it meant, and knew what she had to do all in the space of a heartbeat. Moses was still crouched, unplugging the device, unaware in his happiness what was about to happen.

Moses was the future.

Moses was the future for everyone.

Moses gave them hope.

The death of hope would destroy everything.

I gave Kang my luck.

Harriet dove the same moment the sniper fired, pushing Moses out of the way and jerking as the energy beam hit her instead, knees crumpling as she fell to join him.

Clones died on of two ways, they faded like a burned down candle, sputtering to an undignified stop, or they burned to ash in an instant.

Six years dropped to six minutes in the time it took a sniper to pull the trigger.