Her commitment was being put into question by a machine. It was fitting. They were built to do their bidding, her bidding, really, no questions asked - "You say jump, I jump."
She wasn't used to living in this state of latent fear. She was the antithesis of fear in her own universe. Here, in this foreign dimension, fear was brewing inside her, its pungency stronger each passing day. Fear of discovery, fear of failure, of all that would mean for her world. The end. No more sunny afternoons spent leisurely in her mom's back yard sipping lemonade, no more silly banter with Charlie or camaraderie with Lincoln, no more… no more Frank.
Her commitment was put into question and she couldn't deny that Thomas Newton was right. Failure, however, did not exist in her vocabulary. She knew what must be done. Hell, Peter might as well have dropped an anvil on her, so obvious was it that the situation was nearing a breaking point.
A deep breath and the text message was off to the ether. The point of no return was fast approaching. He would be here at her beck and call and her commitment would never again be put into question. She planned her actions to the minutiae. Left no detail unexamined. Best way to avoid a surge of thoughts that would be no good and helped no one.
They are the enemy. Peter, for all intents and purposes was now the enemy. At the very least, a pawn she must put into play as best suited them. The coolness of mind she had had when killing that poor kid was what she needed now.
Go to that place in your head Olivia, for goodness' sake! Don't think of Frank and his face when you tell him what you had to do for the greater good. Don't think about the rot that you feel growing inside you and that tonight will feed beyond your control and overspread all that you are. What must be done, must be done. For them.
For one thing she was grateful. That she would be his first Olivia. Nothing to compare with would make her safe.