It wasn't that Nick hadn't killed before. The Commonwealth was a dangerous place, a wasteland filled with gargantuan mutants, rogue synths, irradiated wildlife, and wayward people who felt they had nowhere else to turn to but violence when it came to solving their problems. He'd dealt with each and every one of those threats over the years, talking himself out of predicaments when he could. Sometimes, raiders would rethink what they were doing; occasionally, people would reconsider the path they were taking, and turn themselves around. If a synth could do it, then so could they.

This was not one of those times. There would be no talking his way out of this brawl, no matter how badly he wanted to. Hadriel had plenty of bloodshed to go around without him adding to it; however, as he backed into the wall of a nearby building, he realized he was running out of options, as leading this creature to Hope's temple before he either tore him apart or they stumbled on someone else -- someone with more flesh and blood, and less capable of defending themselves -- was looking less and less viable.

This wendigo had been a person once, something Nick could never claim to be. Hopefully, said wendigo would be a person once again, granted Hope made good on his word that he could -- and would -- revive the dead. It was unfortunate that some things had to be found out the hard way.

Biting down his reservations, Nick brought his pistol up again, and aimed for the head this time.