She watches him descend into madness, and he watches her, feeling his control slipping away.
She tries to comfort, lying, embellishing, trying to mask the pain. Inhuman rage eats at his soul.
She asks what she can do, "Double the guards." he replies with resigned certainty.
She stares into his eyes, the predatory glare making her heart race.
He lunges, hand around her throat, her life in his hands. Her eyes widen and she grabs his wrist, fear rising in her chest like a cold flame.
He relishes in the power, pinning her against the wall as if she were a child's plaything.
Her struggles taper off, hope draining from her eyes, when suddenly he releases her, and escapes into the city.
she slumps against the wall, coughing and sputtering. She will always remember this day, the day her fantasies about John Sheppard were shattered.