Rita.
It can't be. She can't be…but she is. I can see it, see her, see the body of what was once my wife. I can smell the coppery scent of blood; feel the coolness of her skin, the one thing I can't do is understand it.
This wasn't supposed to happen god dammit, it wasn't supposed to go this way.
I want to kill Trinity, make him suffer. But then I remember. I already have. There is nothing I can do, no revenge to be taken. I am lost.
Rita.
Oh Rita.
I'm Sorry.