A/N: Hey all. This chapter was exhausting to write. It's the darkest thing I've ever written, and I reconsidered for a while before putting everything down on paper, but I decided not to pull any punches. I'll let you all be the judges of how it came out.

WARNING: This chapter contains blood, violence, and character death.

I promise this is the only chapter that is like this.

Disclaimer: CBS owns Scorpion.

Chapter 10: The Rescue

"I'm sorry, but it can't be done," said Florence. "The formula can't be sustained in a gaseous form for any prolonged period of time. It breaks down less than a second after vaporization and becomes harmless."

Collins glared at her, but he knew, as Walter did, that she wasn't lying. She had been working down here for four full days now, and had plenty of time to test every method she could. Turning away from her, Collins stroked his beard.

"So, we deliver it in liquid form," said Anna. "Perhaps through the water supply."

"That's going to take forever," Collins muttered. "People will have too much notice, and everyone who can afford to will just stop drinking tap water until the supply is restored. After Flint, this country is prepared for something like that." Sitting down on the stool, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "There has to be a way."

Walter watched his anguish. He was so devoted to his cause, insane though it was.

Anna removed her gloves and walked over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Relax, my love. Like we keep saying, the greatest progress always takes time. We will figure it out. In the meantime, perhaps we could eliminate a few hundred people through the water supply, and reduce the burden on global resources ever-so-slightly."

Collins sighed. "I suppose we could." Shrugging off her hands, he stood again, then walked over to a different table and retrieved a spray-bottle. Turning, he carried the bottle over to Florence. "I want you to make a liter of the formula by the end of the day and put it in here."

Florence took the bottle, frowning at it. "Your firearm of choice? Or, water-arm, I guess."

Collins chuckled. "Precisely."

"Who are you going to use it on?"

Collins shrugged. "Whoever doesn't cooperate. Or, their loved ones."

The relief that Walter had been feeling at Florence's news began to fade. Collins had never been one to directly kill people by pulling a trigger. He was falling even further away from sanity.

Collins turned and walked over to Walter. Florence glared at his back, still holding the spray-bottle. "She's wonderful, isn't she?" said Collins, placing his hand on Walter's shoulder. "Never let her go."

"Is she going to be able to come upstairs for lunch?"

Collins glanced back at her, and shrugged. "Yes, fine."

"Thank you." Walter decided to leave the laboratory, and turned to the stairs.

Collins caught up to him and climbed beside him. "You know, I've been thinking about some of our earliest projects together. We set out to do some truly incredible things, and we really did make a great team. Maybe, once this is all over, we can start working together again."

"You mean once you've killed billions of people?"

"Once I've saved the planet, yes."

"We'll see." They were never going to reach that point. Walter wanted to check on Ralph's progress, but he couldn't let that on to Collins or the Russians.

They reached the ground floor, finding Toby and Happy in the living room. Collins had once again changed around the handcuff pairings, finally allowing Toby and Happy to be handcuffed together. His logic was that nothing would come between them in his new world. Cabe was now paired with Agent Johnson, and Sylvester was doing his very best to ignore Miss Wallace now that he couldn't escape from her rants.

Walter paused, watching as the married couple sat silently together on the couch, wrapped up in each other's arms. It was almost a satisfying sight, but he knew that they were probably thinking about Maria.

Collins also watched them for a moment, but then wandered off, without saying a word. Walter remained, and was soon joined by Cabe and Agent Johnson.

"It's nice seeing them together like that, even in the midst of all this, isn't it?" said Agent Johnson. "Almost enough to make you miss marriage."

"You've been married before?" Walter asked. Agent Johnson had remained largely quiet and observant throughout the ordeal, but maybe that was because Toby talked far too much while they were handcuffed together.

"A while back." Agent Johnson chuckled a bit. "That man was everything I wasn't: sensitive, soft-spoken, and even a bit effeminate sometimes."

"I remember him," said Cabe. "Talk about opposites attracting. Matt was his name, right?"

"That's right. And the differences were the key to the love, believe me."

Her statement lodged itself in Walter's brain, unbidden, and he asked the question that was a bit too personal. "What happened?" Were the differences too much to overcome in the end?

She looked at him, and he knew he had overstepped. Then she shrugged and gave another brief chuckle. "Well, I suppose after so much time stuck together like this, we ought to get to know each other a bit better. We… There was a miscarriage, and… we were never able to get over it."

That was indeed very personal. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"It's alright, Walter." She shrugged. "It didn't destroy the love, but it destroyed the marriage. We had been trying for a long time, and when it happened, we just couldn't handle it anymore. We couldn't be together." She gazed off into space. "Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, God just has other plans."

Her words weighed on him, and he looked back at Toby and Happy. They were lucky.

"But, it's all far behind me now. My first love is serving this great country, and that's all I need to do to be happy."

She sounded like Cabe saying that. Actually, now that Walter thought about it, her whole story was reminiscent of Cabe's. Both of their marriages had fallen apart because of the loss of a child.

Happy finally noticed all of them watching her and Toby, and raised her eyebrows. "What?" she called. Toby looked over as well.

Walter shrugged, and walked over to them. "We were just watching you. It was… satisfying."

"That's super creepy," said Happy.

"I mean… because of the situation we're in, it was nice to see you two… happy."

"We'd be happy if we were home with Maria," said Toby.

"Yeah, I know." Walter glanced at a nearby guard that was looking out the window, and then up at the ceiling in the direction of Ralph's room.

"How's the boy wonder doing?" Toby asked. "Getting through his classes alright on that computer?"

"Yeah, he's doing just fine. He can do well in school no matter the circumstances."

"Good."

"It's going to happen this evening," Ralph had whispered to him at lunch. The whole afternoon, the anticipation had been building, and Walter had found himself looking towards the windows far too often for probably his own good. But none of the Russians seemed to notice, and Collins and Anna were in the lab the whole time.

However, Collins did seem to notice at dinner. "Walter, why are you so antsy?"

"I'm just restless," Walter replied. "We've been trapped in this house for a week now." He glanced at the empty seat where Florence should have been. Collins wasn't letting her come upstairs until his spray-bottle was full.

"Has it already been that long? It's gone by quickly for me."

"You must have been very lonely beforehand then," said Toby. Collins gave him an amused look, but then looked back at Walter suspiciously.

Suddenly, one of the guards at the windows started shouting in Russian, and Walter began to feel giddy. Collins and Anna quickly went to look, and Walter followed them.

Three figures were standing at the bottom of the long driveway. One was holding a camera, another a microphone, and the third was Richard Elia. A CBS News van was parked on the street, blocking the end of the driveway.

The camera was rolling, and Elia was giving his interview as they walked up the driveway.

"Everyone get away from the windows," Collins shouted. He turned to Anna. "That includes the guards."

"Why?"

"That's a live news camera. Do you want your operation to be on national television?"

Anna began shouting in Russian, and all of the guards left their posts at the windows.

"I will make them go away," said Isaac.

Collins peered back out the window. "That's Richard Elia," he said, finally recognizing the man. He turned to Walter. "How did you do it?"

Walter merely smiled.

Issac met Elia at the door. "Excuse me. You are not welcome here."

"Hello, friend," said Elia. "My name is Richard Elia, and your house is the place where the cure for cancer is going to be developed. I am offering you a billion dollars for this piece of property."

"The house is not for sale."

"See that camera? You are on the evening news, friend, and you are going to be a national hero."

Suddenly, the windows at the back of the house began shattering, and Homeland agents wearing Elia body armor entered the house, firing tranquilizer guns at the surprised guards. A few guards managed to return fire before they went down, but Happy and Cabe had helped design that armor, and the Russians weren't going to be able to harm the agents without a direct hit to the joints of the armor.

Walter ducked, and saw Drew pull Paige to the ground and cover her. "Come on," Collins shouted to Anna. They fled down the stairs, and Isaac went after them.

Walter got to his feet when the gunfire subsided. "Ralph?"

"I'm here," Ralph called from under the table.

Elia entered the house. "Walter, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. Thank you."

Elia nodded. He was breathing heavily, even though he hadn't been part of the gunfight himself.

"Wilson, I don't suppose you brought along any bolt cutters?" Agent Johnson asked.

One of the agents removed his helmet. "How did you know it was me?"

"Because of course you would volunteer for a crazy mission like this one."

"You can use the visors on those helmets," said Happy. "I designed them myself. They'll cut through these chains no problem. Here." She took Agent Wilson's helmet and removed the visor, then placed her hand on the table alongside Toby's.

"Careful, sweetheart," said Toby, putting as much distance between their hands as the cuffs would allow. "Don't take my fingers."

Happy slammed the visor through the chain, snapping it and cutting cleanly into the table below.

"They still have two guards in the lab down below," said Cabe. "And those stairs are the perfect bottleneck for them to hold us for a while. They'll be able to aim for the weak points of the armor before we can do anything."

"And they still have Florence," Miss Wallace added.

Agent Johnson turned to Walter. "Did you see any kind of escape tunnel out of the laboratory that they could go through?"

"No." The wall around the laboratory had seemed entirely normal.

"Then they can't hold us forever."

"And Collins isn't going to hurt Florence," Cabe added. "He still needs her."

Logically, he was right, but Collins wasn't acting so logically anymore. Walter was nervous.

Once all of the handcuff chains were broken, they descended into the hallway and stopped at the top of the stairs to the laboratory. "It's over, Mark," Walter called down.

"Is that so?" Collins called back. "Aren't you wondering what I'm doing to your sweet little girlfriend?"

"You're not doing anything to her. She's still making your formula."

There was silence, and Walter's heart began beating even faster. He had to be right.

Agent Wilson reached his helmet out over the stairs, and immediately, a bullet was lodged in it. He quickly pulled it back.

"I'll tell you what," said Collins. "Why don't you, Cabe, and Paige come downstairs. Just you three, and unarmed. The guards will let you pass."

"No," Drew replied immediately, looking at Paige. "Absolutely not."

"It's okay, Drew. I'll be fine."

"This isn't necessary," said Agent Johnson. "We can hold out."

"No, this ends now," said Paige. Turning to Ralph, she bent down and kissed his forehead. "You did wonderfully. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

Standing upright again, she nodded to Walter and Cabe, and they descended. The guards withheld their fire.

Collins, Anna, and Isaac were standing beside the table where Florence was working. Collins was holding the spray-bottle, which was nearly full of liquid. He smiled. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

"Florence, are you okay?" Walter asked. She nodded.

"There's no way out for you," said Cabe. "You know that."

"Yes, I know," said Collins. "I should have planned for that, but I really didn't think you would be able to get the help you needed." He looked back at Walter. "How did you do it?"

"It was Ralph. You took away his keyboard and limited his online access to just his college courses and Netflix. He downloaded his course syllabi and used the mouse to rearrange the letters in them, reuploading them as secret messages for his professor to relay to Elia. Elia was then given access to upload his own messages as course assignments, which Ralph could reply to in the same fashion."

Collins raised his eyebrows. "Course syllabi? I don't think I ever even looked at those things during college."

Walter shrugged. "Nor did I. This was the only time I've ever found them useful."

Collins shook his head and chuckled. "Well, I'm very impressed. And now, it all comes down to this."

"Just surrender, Mark. There's nothing else you can do."

"Oh, there's always something else I can do." Collins nodded at Isaac, who pulled out a gun and aimed it at Florence.

"You're not going to hurt her," said Walter. "She's one of the people you wanted to make your new world for. You never regarded her as an enemy."

"That's true. And like I've said, I really do think she's wonderful for you. So, it's going to be your decision." He held up the spray-bottle. "Cabe, or Paige?" He pointed the bottle at each of them in turn.

"Now!" Cabe shouted. Three helmets were thrown down the stairs, and the guards opened fire at them. One of the agents came bounding down as the helmets drew the fire, and leapt at the guard nearest the stairs. Cabe lunged forward towards Isaac, knocking his arm. Florence ducked and the gun was fired, and for a moment Walter wasn't sure which happened first. But she was okay.

Cabe and Isaac rolled on the floor. Isaac got the upper hand, slamming a fist into Cabe's face. Florence scrambled for the gun, but Anna blocked her, and the two women went down to the floor as well.

Collins and Walter both watched as they tumbled. Florence was remembering her Tae Bo classes, and she worked out every morning, so it didn't take her long to get the upper hand and land a couple of hard jabs to Anna's face. Then she rolled away, going for the gun again as Isaac continued to best Cabe.

Suddenly, Paige began coughing, and Walter quickly turned to her. Collins had been aiming the spray-bottle at her face, even as he watched the fights unfold, and he had sprayed her. She doubled over, and Walter stared in horror. "No!"

She collapsed, and he knelt over her. "No! Paige!" She began trembling and clutching her head, and he knew that there was nothing he could do for her.

Then everything went into automatic, and the world turned red. He turned to Collins, leapt at him, and knocked him to the ground. Then he began punching. "You killed her!" He felt himself punch repeatedly with all the strength he had. It felt like nothing he was doing was controlled by his brain anymore. He was watching his body do it through his own eyes, and watching as Collins's face became bloodier and bloodier.

Then Toby and Sylvester were there, pulling him away. He could barely see them, but they held him down, and his own tears fell into his eyes, blinding him.

The world passed by in a blur. The noise died down, and finally Toby and Sylvester lightened their hold on him. He turned towards Paige. Drew and Ralph were kneeling down on either side of her, and Ralph had broken down completely. Walter watched them, his heart shattering over and again each time Ralph sobbed.

Toby went over and checked her pulse. "She's alive." Walter couldn't understand the words. They were too impossible. "She's alive! She's fighting it." He looked up at the agents. "Get her to the hospital, immediately!"

As the agents lifted Paige away, Toby gently held onto Ralph, who was trying to cling to her. Walter still couldn't understand what was happening. He looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood.

Then Sylvester's words were at his ear. "She's going to be okay, Walt." His hand was on Walter's shoulder, and Walter turned to him. Sylvester was looking back at him, and Walter broke down.

Somehow, eventually, he was able to move again. Sylvester helped him up the stairs and out of the house. Paige had already been taken way in the ambulance, and Ralph and Drew had gone with her. Collins had also been rushed to the hospital.

Happy was out on the grass, helping the agents dismantle the traps that the Russians had placed in the yard. Sylvester brought Walter over to where Toby and Cabe were standing on the driveway. Cabe was holding a bloody rag to his face and looked the worse for wear, but was able to stand on his own. "I have to get to the hospital," Walter said immediately.

"She's going to be alright," said Toby. "I don't know how, but somehow she was fighting that formula, and the fact that she was still alive when they took her away was a really good sign. She should have already gone through the worst of it by then."

"I have to get to the hospital," Walter repeated. Why weren't they understanding?

"There's someone else you need to talk to first." Toby nodded in a direction, and Walter looked. Florence was sitting on the grass with her mother. She was sobbing, and her hands were shaking. "She killed Isaac."

"She saved my life," Cabe added.

Walter watched her for a moment. He needed to get to the hospital. But Toby was right. Stepping forward away from his friends, he approached her. "Florence?"

She looked up at him, and her eyes widened. She held up a shaking hand. "No. No, stop. You stay from me."

Walter froze.

"You… you… I… I can't be near you." She lowered her hand and turned to her mother.

Walter watched her, confused. He needed to get to the hospital. "What?"

"I… I killed someone." She sobbed.

"You saved Cabe's life."

"Someone is dead because of me. Because of… Because of you. Because of Scorpion. I… I can't…"

Walter didn't know what to say. And he had to get to the hospital.

"I have to go." Florence stood shakily and began walking down the hill, clinging to her mother. Walter turned helplessly to the others.

"Agent Smith, take Miss Tipton and her mother back to headquarters," said Agent Johnson, looking at one of her agents. Her voice softened. "And if she needs anything, just… You've done this before." The agent she was talking to gave Florence a sympathetic look, and nodded.

Toby approached Walter and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Alright, now let's go to the hospital."

"Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, God just has other plans." Agent Johnson's earlier words echoed in Walter's head as he watched Paige sleep. If God was out there, Walter begged Him to help her.

Ralph and Drew were sitting on either side of her, and Ralph was holding onto her hand tightly. Walter walked over and put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and he looked up. His cheeks were stained from tears, but there was hope in his eyes.

"She's one hell of a soldier," said Cabe. His face had been stitched up, but the bruises were going to be the more painful part for a few days.

"And she must be smarter than we gave her credit for," said Toby, "or there's no way her brain would have survived that chemical attack."

Walter had already understood for some time just how smart Paige was. They never really had given her enough credit for it.

"Walter?" Walter turned towards the door at Elia's voice. He was standing there beside… Zoe?

She was wearing a suit of the body armor, and holding one of the helmets under her arm. "Well, I'll be darned," said Cabe.

"I couldn't keep her away," Elia muttered. "This was her idea, after all."

Ralph looked at them in confusion. "But you and I were talking via the assignments."

"Actually, she's the one you were talking to for the last couple of days."

Ralph's eyes widened, and he stared at her. She walked over and placed an armored hand on his shoulder. "Your mother's going to be fine, Ralph."

"It was you that came up with this?" There was awe in his voice.

She nodded, and looked at Walter. "It was the least I could do, after Mexico."

"I guess we're even."

"No, Walter, we're friends. We help each other."

Walter smiled. Zoe smiled back, then looked at Ralph again. Removing her hand from his shoulder, she held it up for him. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Ralph Dineen."

He gave a small smile and shook her hand, still looking at her with awe.

"We weren't really on the evening news back there, were we?" said Cabe.

Elia chuckled. "No. The only screen that camera was broadcasting to was an old television in the basement of the studio, but we just needed to have the light on. They're TV people, they played their parts well."

"It really was a brilliant idea. The only way those guards were going to leave their posts was if they thought the world was looking in their windows."

Zoe turned her smile to Cabe. "Thank you."

"We'll see you back in LA," said Elia. He looked around at the others in the room. "I have a feeling we have a difficult conversation coming, but I understand."

"Thank you for everything," said Walter, reaching out. They shook hands as Zoe returned to her father's side, and then the Elias left the room.

"Well, Zoe Elia's a badass," said Toby.

"Yeah, she is," said Ralph. He looked at the door for another moment before turning back to his mother.

"Speaking of daughters…" Happy put her hand on her husband's shoulder.

"Yeah," said Toby. "Listen, Walt, we should—"

"Go," said Walter. "Go be with Maria."

"We'll be back as soon as we can," Toby assured him.

He and Happy made for the doorway, but Agent Johnson appeared just as they were about to walk through it. "Excuse me. Mr. O'Brien…" She paused, entering the room. "Walter, the doctor just informed me… Mark Collins is dead."

Walter felt his body go cold. He looked down at his hands. He had washed them, but he could still envision the blood that they had been covered in. Mark's blood.

He began trembling, and couldn't make himself stop. His legs felt weak, and suddenly he was falling, until Sylvester caught him. Then a chair was beneath him, and Sylvester gently placed him into it.

"Walter…" Cabe knelt down in front of him. "Listen to me, Walt. This was the only way that it was ever going to end. He was never going to stop."

Walter tried to say something, but he couldn't speak. He had done it. It had been his hands. He recalled the sight of them slamming into Mark's face over and over. It had been him.

"Walter? Listen, I know it hurts. It always hurts to take a life. Every time."

Walter flinched at the words. Cabe had done it, many times over. But Walter had never been like him in that regard. Now he…

"It's going to take time. It always takes time to accept that there was no other way it could have gone down. There was no other way…"

But there had been. Walter had just gone into a rage. Collins was already down, already there to be taken. Walter just hadn't been able to stop.

"He would never have let us take him again. Not this time."

How could Cabe know that? How could he know? He didn't, of course. He was just saying whatever he could say to try to make Walter feel better. It wasn't working.

He looked at Paige. He couldn't face her now. He couldn't be anywhere near her. Abruptly getting up from the chair, he pushed everyone between him and the door out of the way, and then he started running.

He just ran. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't care. He went down one hallway, and then another. Doctors and nurses looked at him in confusion. Some tried to speak to him. He couldn't hear their words. He just kept running, and Mark's face flashed in front of his eyes.

Then he was at a dead end. He was surrounded by boxes and shelves, and he looked around desperately for a way to keep going. He needed to keep going. He needed to get away from all of them.

"Walter." Cabe was behind him. "Walter, stop."

Walter tried to get past him. Cabe caught him. "Let me go! I need to… I need to go."

"Walter, listen to me. It's okay, son."

"No. No it isn't. I killed… I killed him." Saying it out loud felt like he was driving a knife into himself. He fell heavily against Cabe, and Cabe gently seated him on the floor. "I killed him."

"It's okay, Walter. I'm telling you, there was no other way."

The world began swirling, and he could see his hands pummeling Mark over and over and over again. Then everything faded away.

"Walter?" It was Paige's voice. Where was she? He looked around, but all he could see was darkness. "Walter?"

Then she was standing in front of him. She was wearing that same dress again, the black one from the art fundraiser and the… The rest of the scene filled in around him. They were back on the rocket. "Why are we back on the rocket?"

"The rocket?" Paige looked around. "Right, the rocket. Um, because your subconscious chose… Well, it chose that place."

He looked back at her. "You look beautiful in that dress. You always do."

"Thank you, Walter."

He stepped forward to take her hand in his. Then he noticed that his hand was covered in blood, and he quickly drew it away. Looking down at himself, he saw that his whole body was covered in blood, blood that wasn't his own.

"Walter?" She reached out for him.

He shrunk away. "Don't touch me. I don't want to get blood on you." He backed up to the wall of the rocket. "I can't get blood on you."

"Walter, it's okay. There's no blood." She approached him.

"There's…" Walter looked down at himself. "There's blood everywhere. How can you not see it?"

"Walter, listen…" She kept coming closer.

"Stay away. I don't want to…"

"Walter…" She was almost at him. She reached for him again.

"I murdered him. I'm a murderer, Paige. You can't touch me."

She dropped her hand, but took another step forward. "You're not a murderer, Walter. You save people. Listen to me. Think about all of the people that you've saved. Imagine all of their faces."

Zoe and Ada appeared on either side of her, and behind them, hundreds of others appeared, filling the rocket. Most of their faces were shadows, people that he had never even met. But he had saved them. Scorpion had saved them.

"Mark Collins wanted to kill all of them. All of them and many, many more. You stopped him, Walter."

Walter turned, and suddenly, Collins was there. His face was covered in the blood that was dripping onto Walter's body. "I killed him."

"You had to. You did it for me, Walter. He tried to kill me."

"I thought he had killed you. I… I lost control."

"I know." She reached out for him again. "Walter, take my hand."

"No, I can't. I'm going to get blood on you."

"It's okay, Walter. You can get blood on me. Just take my hand."

He looked at Collins again, then quickly looked away. Reaching out, he took Paige's hand, and watched as the blood spread from his hand to hers.

Then a light began to fill the rocket. He squinted as it covered everything, and soon he could no longer see.

As his eyes adjusted, he found himself lying on a cot in the hospital. Paige was leaning over him, her hand holding his. She was still wearing her hospital gown.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"You're awake?"

She nodded.

He looked around. Everyone was standing around him. Happy was even holding Maria. "What happened?"

"You fainted," said Cabe. "You were out cold for several hours."

"Emotional exhaustion," said Toby. "I never would have thought I'd be saying those words to you."

Walter looked back at Paige, then at where their hands were joined. "Can you, um… Can you not do that?"

She looked down at their hands. After a moment, she pulled away.

"Listen, Walter." Cabe reached out for his shoulder. "I hope you understand, it—"

"I do, I understand." Walter couldn't hear Cabe say the words again. "He wanted to kill everyone. It had to be done."

"That's right, son."

"Don't touch me, please."

Cabe frowned, withdrawing his hand.

Maria pointed. "Wala."

"That's right, Maria, that's Uncle Walter," said Happy.

Walter quickly looked away from the baby. "Can we get out of here?"

"Well, I've been released," said Paige, "so as long as the doctor says you're—"

"I'm fine." Walter sat up, turning away from her.

"I'll get the doctor," said Toby.

"And… I'll just get dressed," said Paige, sighing.

Walter stared at the bars. He had found his way to the holding cells at headquarters, and now he walked up and grabbed onto the bars, leaning his head against them. It was so easy to envision himself on the other side of these bars, and he would hardly feel out of place there.

"Walter O'Brien."

He looked over and saw Anna standing two cells away. "Anna." He walked over to her cell, watching her glare at him. "Look, I'm… I'm so sorry about Mark."

"You're sorry? You don't understand the meaning of the word, Walter. But I'll make you understand."

"He was my friend once. He was… he was a member of my team, but he…"

"He had vision. And now he won't be alive to see that vision come true." He watched her face transform, becoming an expression of pure hatred. "I don't accept your apology, Walter. I'm never going to forgive you."

Walter frowned, watching as she stepped right up to the bars, placing her hands on them and looking at him from between them.

"I'm going to imagine your face every night, before I go to sleep. And I want you to imagine mine. Because, one day, I'm going to take away everything you love. I'm going to destroy your life completely, and leave you in a cold, empty world. And only then will you truly feel sorry, because only then will you understand what I feel right now."