Hope this is what you had in mind, it’s kinda bittersweet.

It was done, at least Rook thought it was, the bliss was beginning to wear off and they could finally see clearly. Joseph was lying on the ground, near the church. At first he looked dead, but then Rook saw the slight rise and fall of his chest, showing he was still alive, and they saw red. After all this, after everything, he wasn’t allowed to live, he didn’t deserve to.

Before any of their companions could stop them, or even realize what was happening Rook was by Joseph, knelt beside him, one hand holding him down by the shoulder, the other poised to strike.

“You son of a bitch.” And that was all it took for something inside Rook to snap, and their fist came down, a sickening crack signaling that contact had been made, likely with Joseph’s nose.

“I have seen countless homes, and lives destroyed and it is your fault. I have read the dying notes of countless people, heard their pleas, saw their deaths, and it is all your fault. You chose this, not me, your family are not martyrs, they are murders, and it is all your fault.” Every sentence was punctuated with another sharp blow to Joseph’s face.

There was a small nagging voice inside their head, begging for them to stop before they killed him. But they pushed that voice aside, consequences be damned this man had to pay.

“Your family is dead, your followers are dead, and it is your fault. Hope county is on fire, and it is your fault.” Rook’s hand was beginning to throb, their breathing was labored, but they couldn’t stop, they couldn’t he had to pay, he needed to understand the pain, and the suffering that he had caused. The families torn apart and destroyed, the people who died trying to protect their homes, their families, their friends.

Rook went to deliver another blow, only to find that they couldn’t move their arm. They tried to pull it down, but something had a hold on them, no, someone. Someone was stopping them. They turned their head to look up, to see who was stopping them.

It was Whitehorse, standing above them, a firm grip on their wrist, stopping them from ending Joseph Seed’s life.

“Rook, you’ve gotta stop. Okay kid. That’s enough, its enough, its over.” He was pleading with them, the only other time they could remember him pleading with them was when he was in the bliss. Seeing his broken face from then, mirrored now, it broke their heart to see.

Rook dropped their head, and allowed Whitehorse to pull them up, taking them away from Joseph’s prone, lifeless form, and over to the others. Looking up, all Rook could see was various expressions of horror, sadness, understanding, it was hard to meet anyone’s eyes. Out of the heat of the moment, Rook felt ashamed, how could they have lost control like that, maybe John had been right, they were Wrath, pure, unadulterated wrath, there was no redemption for them.

It was shock they felt when Hudson wrapped her arms around them and pulled them close.

“It’s okay Rook, its okay.” Rook could hear the slight hitch in Hudson’s voice that told them she was crying. Bringing their arms up to hug her back Hudson began to openly sob, and Rook began to feel tears making their way down their face, now crying too.

Another pair of arms wrapped around the two of them. “We’re all going to be okay, its over now.” It was Pratt. Then another pair of arms joined, Whitehorse had joined them.

One by one everyone joined in, until they were all holding on to each other, as if to truly understand that they were all real. They were alive, it was all over, and now it was time to bring everything to an end.

“Not every problem can be solved with a bullet, not every problem needs to be solved with a bullet.”

Rook lifted their head and turned to Whitehorse.

“We came here to serve an arrest warrant against Joseph Seed, lets finish the job.”

Whitehorse nodded, and the two of you made your way over to Joseph, Whitehorse quickly knelt down and checked for his pulse before nodding to Rook.

Moving over to him they pulled out some handcuffs, cuffing his hands and pulling him up with Whitehorse’s help before taking him over to the truck.