Author's Note: I actually paused the episode to write this - it came to me that strongly. I realize it's very short, but every time I tried to expand it I lost the feel that I was going for, so I'm posting as-is since I'm satisfied with it. It may not even deserve to be published, but I have yet to figure out properly which of my random thoughts aren't really interesting to anyone else. Hopefully this appeals to others besides just me.

Disclaimer: Fringe and all its characters do not belong to me.


"I needed to see her."

He knows what Olivia thought he meant, that he was grieving her and didn't want to let her go. That he wanted to be reminded one last time of what had been theirs, to see her face and say goodbye, to take a moment away from saving the world to mourn her.

But that isn't the truth.

It wasn't some desire for closure that brought him here, to watch a distorted hologram repeating the same message over and over again. No, he came here to stare into her eyes and convince himself that she would not be ashamed of him for the choice he has made, that she would understand why he has to become more than just a man.

After all, he did this for her.

And as he sits in the darkness, looks at her face, thinks of what he knew about the woman she became, he finds the answer he was looking for.

She would have done anything to defeat them. Used any means to accomplish that end.

She was the Resistance.

And his vengeance will carry on her legacy.