Vague spoilers for the Red/Lizzy S4 preview scene.
"I don't understand why you're doing this, Liz. You don't owe him anything."
Liz finished tightening the straps on the spare FBI-issue bullet proof vest, the weight of it familiar and reassuring on her shoulders and chest. Almost as comforting as the weight of the gun holstered at her side.
"He saved my life," she said simply, not sparing even a glance at Tom as she readied herself for battle. The only image in her mind's eye was Red, staring blindly into the one-way mirror in Kirk's hideaway, desperate to see her, to save her, despite what she'd done.
"He ruined your life. He's ruined all of our lives. So what if he got himself in over his head with Kirk? Either his people will find him or they won't. What does it matter?" Tom was rapidly losing his composure, his carefully crafted persona. His accent started slipping as his agitation grew. "The only thing that matters is you're free. This is our chance to get away for good. To disappear. To be a family. Come on, Liz. I just want to live a normal life with my wife and daughter—"
"Tom. I'm not your wife…"
"Don't be so pedantic," he interrupted, "you know exactly what I—"
"And Agnes isn't your daughter," she said, her voice flat, cold, as she looked up at Tom at last; he reared back as if she'd slapped him hard across the face.
"She's not my…" Confusion quickly gave way to a sick, loathing comprehension. He stepped forward to tower over Liz and her grip closed reflexively on the gun at her hip. Another step and she thumbed open the catch on the holster. The hairs on her arms, the back of her neck, all stood at attention as anger radiated off Tom in waves. But he kept walking and walking, past her, past Baz, past Dembe, out the door into the humid twilight.
She never saw him again.
