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Scofield stepped inside as the door behind him closed.
Lincoln immediately noticed Michael's eyes shift from him to Nyssa.
"What happened?" Michael asked with confusion.
" I flushed it" Lincoln answered.
" You what?" Nyssa and Michael simultaneously questioned him.
Both of them exchanged looks.
" I accepted it." Lincoln said sitting down.
"There's still Veronica" Michael stated.
Both of them sat down.
Nyssa remained standing.
She bit down on her lower lip, she shouldn't be here. Not now. If this was the end, they needed to be together. She turned on her heals advancing towards the door, intending to leave the brothers to spend this precious time together.
" Wait!" Lincoln exclaimed standing up from his chair.
" Where a you…" Michael proceeded to ask.
" I'll leave you two alone." Nyssa answered.
" You don't have to…" Michael was cut of by Lincoln.
"Stay. Please." Lincoln stated.
Michael looked up at her
If she just walked away, what could he really say?
Could he convince her?
If he told her he cared.
More then she knew.
That he wanted to protect her.
Would she stay?
That at this moment when it seamed his world was being ripped from under him he needed her.
That realization was screaming at him with all of its might.
He needed her.
He needed that connection to sanity, to living, breathing, loving.
And that's what she was to him
A connection.
A tie.
A bong.
A link.
Lincoln had it. LJ and Veronica were the ones who provided that connection for him.
" Please" Scofield whispered taking her hand and gently but forcefully stopping her in her tracks.
"Please stay" he added.
Nyssa stood there expressionless.
She nodded and sat down, opting to take the chair next to Lincoln.
The hours faded away. They played cards and swapped stupid stories back and forth.
During that time Nyssa tried to bury the lie Michael fed her , but it was always there underneath all the layers. Like a needle pricking the skin just enough to let the person know it was there.
They waited.
Waiting for hope.
Waiting for some kind of revelation.
Waiting for justice.
But it never came. As they found out minutes later when Veronica informed them that the appeal was rejected. No introductions were needed between the two women. Veronica knew who Nyssa was, or who she supposedly was.
Nyssa mind fluttered back to the last time she saw Veronica, way before Lincoln's sentencing. But this wasn't the time to bring up that night.
She assumed Lincoln had talked to Veronica about her at some point.
Nyssa tried to hold back tears as she witnessed Lincoln talking to LJ.
Lincoln finished his phone call, and erupted. The pancakes on the table went flying in every direction,. Plates shattered, but more importantly Lincoln was shattering. Just falling apart, braking down, screaming, his anguish exploding like pure lava.
" I didn't do it!" He yelled.
"I' didn't do it!" He screamed with all his might.
And now it has come to this, Michael thought minutes later as he stood in front of the glass compartment that separated him from Lincoln. Lincoln was being escorted to the electric chair. Michael couldn't hold it back, the tears just flowed. Clutching his fist with all his might, as nails dug into his skin. His hands starting to hake from the grip,. He could feel blood being drawn as his nails dug deeper into his palms.
The three of them stood there is disbelieve.
Was this really the end? Was an innocent man really going to be convicted and put to death without any second thoughts, any consideration for truth, and justice?
Then all of this was for nothing, Scofield thought.
The weaving and layering of lies and manipulations. He managed to stretch himself to the limit. To the braking point. And right now the house was starting to crumble. The foundation and all the layering ,everything was falling. And he was suffocating under all the debris.
Lincoln was in the process of being strapped in.
Everything Michael tried so hard to achieve was now caving in, burring him alive.
He needed to succumb to the truth.
Force himself to admit it.
Admit it!
You're powerless.
You can't stop this
He felt responsible for Lincoln.
Responsible for Nyssa.
And now you failed him.
Like you failed her.
You failed them both.
Both of them needed you and you fell short, Michael thought.
Own up to the truth.
You're a failure.
Michael felt his grip loosen. Felt his grasp open as a two hands clutched his own. Felt the warmth of contact. Those hands hung on to him as his own hand shook with fear, with fright.
She held him.
Nyssa stood there by his side and simply held him.
Both of them stood there in agony.
Lincoln's eye's widened.
He was mouthing out words.
Words that Michael could not decipher.
" What is he saying?" Veronica asked looking at Michael.
Michaels eyes were fixed on Lincoln. "What are you saying?" He asked with desperation.
" I don't understand." Michael stated frantically.
Pope gestured to one of the guards to flip the switch.
Nyssa's gasped, her breath caught in her lungs.