Upon finding the alleged artifact, Harry hurried Nate along, eager to leave.

'C'mon, time to go.'

As Nate went about scattering the evidence they had left, Harry pulled himself up onto a higher platform. He turned around and looked down at Nathan Drake.

He began pulling the rope up.

'What the hell are you doing?' Nate called.

'Sorry mate, this is where we part ways.' Feel the irony.

'Wait Flynn, we had a plan.'

'No – You had a plan,' Harry snarled. 'Turns out I need one of my own.'

Nate nodded dismissively as if surrendering to a joke, 'Okay, C'mon, throw me the rope, don't be stupid.'

'Oh, right, you're the mastermind,' Flynn reached into his bag, 'only you overlooked one little detail,' He procured a proper gun and aimed it down at Nate. I don't care anymore. No feeling, never care. Just coldness. Don't let him betray you again. Just point and shoot.

'So what are you gonna do, shoot me now?' Nate said, baffled.

Good question. He kept his gun trained on Nate. He's just a target, shoot him like you'd shoot anyone else. His hand began to shake. He fired, and a glass display-box shattered, triggering an alarm, 'No,' He finally said, 'I just need you out of the way for a little bit.'

'Flynn, listen.' Nate was panicking now.

Oh, now he's eager to talk.

'What's this really about? Is it about before?' Nate scrambled for a last resort.

Harry took aim again, 'I just want a bigger pay-off,' He lied. I'd rather die than see you look at her.

Nate started to run. Harry fired again. 'Ah-ah-ah,' He teased, 'I want to give those guards at least a head-start.'

Frantic foreign shouts emerged from the illuminated hallway ahead, 'Right, that's my cue,' Harry took one last glance at the cornered man below, watching him panic as if he was no longer there. He came close to breaking, but caught himself. I hope you fucking rot mate.