I don't own the characters, I'm not making any money off this, beware of spoilers, etc. Most of this is my creation, however all dialogue in quotation marks is taken verbatim from the show.

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Regret


We're running. He's got every right to be angry with me, with my betrayal. We were never particularly close, we didn't pal around together, but still... We were never enemies. He trusted me, and I led him right into Arnaud's hands. Arnaud... How could I have not seen? That answer's easy enough to find, but not to say. Selfishness. Greed. Arnaud promised me what I wanted, what I thought I needed, and I sold my soul for it. And not just mine.

I should never have gotten him involved in this. Does it really matter now that I didn't think he'd come to any harm? With what I knew about what was going on, I can't claim innocence. I knew someone would get hurt, but I hid behind my blinders and denied the truth.

Over the years I've scoffed at some of his schemes, his plans. Maybe even tossed in a little contempt. But this time he's right. How is this going to end?

I see the gun and know the answer. Somehow I move first, push him out of the way. The bullets slam into me like the end of the world. And I know, for me, it is.

The shooting is over, and he's next to me, saying my name, somehow managing to look sad for me even after what I've done. Too late. Too late to undo the damage, but I have to try, to let him know: "I think I just got paid."

"Looks bad..."

"Feels worse. That's what they wanted for your friend - Fawkes."

"What?"

"Not to kill him. Just to make him sick...very, very sick."

I can see the light dawn in his eyes even as it fades from mine. Good...