He stared blankly at the wall as he confessed his failure of killing Will
Tippin. He didn't think it mattered anymore. She just laid there, her head
facing away from him, her back still facing him. He didn't want to see her
eyes, because she was broken. She'd wished for his gun in her back and
after all of the games and the plans he'd finally broken Sydney Bristow and
it was hard to almost impossible to fix what was broken.
He sat there still and watched her motionless form. "He'll probably bring help." He muttered, unsure whether it was to himself or to her. " Have to move before he comes with help. I didn't tell you how I got him did I?" He took pleasure in still being smug to her after...after he broke her. "You were unconscious and traveled to L.A and took him." He wanted a response but knew none would come. In the pit of his stomach he felt something he rarely encountered. Remorse.
What had he done? He'd fantasized about this moment since she'd first become a challenge. To conquer her, to break her, make her beg for death and then take her life with his own hands. He didn't understand why he felt this way. He'd achieved his goal. He should be happy the bitch was broken and wouldn't be getting in his way; but he wasn't.
He searched through the mix of feelings he had right now: Remorse, anger, pain and loneliness. He didn't know why he felt lonely. He had never needed anyone, especially not Sydney Bristow. With her innocent brown eyes that could be so warm and festive, just not for him.
Why did he feel that way? He didn't like it. Hid heart felt like it was torn and he despised himself. He thought of the emotions he'd felt around her only weeks before when they'd both worked at SD-6: Admiration, respect, fascination, lust. None of these things explained the pain. He'd felt lust towards women before; it meant nothing to him, even though every other woman gave up to his charm, whereas Sydney never even noticed his attraction. Then it hit what was left of his tainted soul. He respected Sydney more than any other woman, as much as he respected Irina Derevko the woman had been like a mother to him, but what he felt for Sydney was more than lust or respect. It was love.
"I'm s-sorry, Syd." He'd always wanted to call her that, but it was too late now. "I always drove people away, or used them for my own means, even you, but...I...I love you Sydney." He lay beside her and buried his head in her rich brown hair. :'I'm sorry." His arms hugged her cold waist and he let tears spill down his cheeks. He longed to turn back time, to fix everything, to stop her being broken, but he couldn't so he just rested there hugging her and sobbing.
Her eyes were open and were frozen, with two emotions glazed on them, fear and shock. He turned her over onto her back and clasped his lips over hers.
This caused reaction, she pushed him away and he landed on the floor with his eyes still red and tear stained. "I'm sorry." She sat there and tried to wipe away his taste, but it was imprinted there and irremovable. She finally reacted and scrambled to pick up his gun. She aimed it at him and her eyes weren't angry or fearful. They were shocked and confused. He stood up. 'Don't c-come near me." She stuttered as he came towards her.
He still stepped forward, but her mind had frozen and she couldn't fire the gun, couldn't think of what to do. "Stay away from me!" He darted forward grabbed the gun, threw it away and clutched her arms to her sides as she lashed out at him. Eventually she broke down and only he kept her from slumping to the ground. She looked towards the gun again and sobbed. "It wouldn't have helped." He soothed. "They're all blanks."
He sat there still and watched her motionless form. "He'll probably bring help." He muttered, unsure whether it was to himself or to her. " Have to move before he comes with help. I didn't tell you how I got him did I?" He took pleasure in still being smug to her after...after he broke her. "You were unconscious and traveled to L.A and took him." He wanted a response but knew none would come. In the pit of his stomach he felt something he rarely encountered. Remorse.
What had he done? He'd fantasized about this moment since she'd first become a challenge. To conquer her, to break her, make her beg for death and then take her life with his own hands. He didn't understand why he felt this way. He'd achieved his goal. He should be happy the bitch was broken and wouldn't be getting in his way; but he wasn't.
He searched through the mix of feelings he had right now: Remorse, anger, pain and loneliness. He didn't know why he felt lonely. He had never needed anyone, especially not Sydney Bristow. With her innocent brown eyes that could be so warm and festive, just not for him.
Why did he feel that way? He didn't like it. Hid heart felt like it was torn and he despised himself. He thought of the emotions he'd felt around her only weeks before when they'd both worked at SD-6: Admiration, respect, fascination, lust. None of these things explained the pain. He'd felt lust towards women before; it meant nothing to him, even though every other woman gave up to his charm, whereas Sydney never even noticed his attraction. Then it hit what was left of his tainted soul. He respected Sydney more than any other woman, as much as he respected Irina Derevko the woman had been like a mother to him, but what he felt for Sydney was more than lust or respect. It was love.
"I'm s-sorry, Syd." He'd always wanted to call her that, but it was too late now. "I always drove people away, or used them for my own means, even you, but...I...I love you Sydney." He lay beside her and buried his head in her rich brown hair. :'I'm sorry." His arms hugged her cold waist and he let tears spill down his cheeks. He longed to turn back time, to fix everything, to stop her being broken, but he couldn't so he just rested there hugging her and sobbing.
Her eyes were open and were frozen, with two emotions glazed on them, fear and shock. He turned her over onto her back and clasped his lips over hers.
This caused reaction, she pushed him away and he landed on the floor with his eyes still red and tear stained. "I'm sorry." She sat there and tried to wipe away his taste, but it was imprinted there and irremovable. She finally reacted and scrambled to pick up his gun. She aimed it at him and her eyes weren't angry or fearful. They were shocked and confused. He stood up. 'Don't c-come near me." She stuttered as he came towards her.
He still stepped forward, but her mind had frozen and she couldn't fire the gun, couldn't think of what to do. "Stay away from me!" He darted forward grabbed the gun, threw it away and clutched her arms to her sides as she lashed out at him. Eventually she broke down and only he kept her from slumping to the ground. She looked towards the gun again and sobbed. "It wouldn't have helped." He soothed. "They're all blanks."