As he watches her walk out of the Shadow Gallery, out of his life, he is overcome with a terrible urge to grab her and drag her to him, fastening her fragile body against his with arms of steel. She isn't just Evey Hammond anymore. She has been reborn, strong and complete. Dare he say that this new Evey is his creation? Why should the rest of Britain, people who would never recognise her brilliance or beauty, be allowed to have her? He should be allowed to keep her at his side until he had to face whatever the fifth brought.
But he doesn't move and she doesn't look back. Why should she? He had to break her to make her; she could never forgive him. Mingled fury and a deep sadness weigh him down as the first of the tears begin to fall. Calmly, he removes his mask, and smashes it into the mirror that reflects the monster he is.