A week later it was like the whole reunion had never happened Annie took a deep breath from the counter looking at the glass on the floor.

"Annie we all are worried about you."

"We want you to know we care about you"

"Aunt annie, Aunt Annie..."

At that time Annie was elated, bubbly, and beyond happy. She felt alive and capable, now she just felt depressed and worn out.

She was on desk work at the CIA, something she despised. She worked in the language department which wasn't a hard job. The problem was only 7 people in the team. 3 were out sick this week, and 1 had went in a mission. She ended up being the boss of the other two this week, thus having much more paperwork.

"I'm going to work. I called the car service," Auggie slammed the door. Annie slid to the floor as she looked up at the stove 4:38 am; way to early. She blew the hair out of her face as what had went on just minutes earlier echoed in her mind.

2:47 am

Annies shot up; out of bed. She hadn't had a nightmare sleep just wasn't successful tonight.

"Annie, are you okay?" Auggie asked.

"Yah go back to sleep," she dismissed.

"Sorry," She called from the couch as he walked in a few minutes later.

"It's okay," He turned the coffee pot on, "I was thinking about talking about this a while ago and I figured why not at 3 in the morning. I wanna talk about Henry and you going dark."

But Annie wasn't really in the mood, "about me going dark or my decision to go dark?" She let out harsher than intended.

"Both. I just want to know if you understand how much your decision to go dark effected me. I just," He let his sentence trail off bring a cup of coffee to his lips.

"I understand how it affected you, and I really do regret it. I regret hurting you, but I don't regret my decision to dark dark," she brought her eyes up from the thread she was fiddling with on the blanket to see him, "and I know you understand that it affected me to; besides the entire life altering part.

"Killing Henry was something terrifying. Something I still feel like I may never come back from because to kill the scorpion you have to become the scorpion. And every word that comes out of the scorpions mouth is a lie," She still shivered, and her voice quivered enough for Auggie to notice.

"I'd never done that," She whispered looking back down at the blanket," I had never killed anyone in cold blood like that, but now I have. Everyone I've shot has had a weapon, or sensed I was going to shoot. Henry was unprepared. The worst part is.. I know what it feels like. In those few seconds of consciousness after getting shot; what it feels like to think 'this is it, I'm going to die'. I don't know.. I don't know how to live with so many weights."

It was obvious Auggie faltered, almost sympathizing, but to say what needed to be said he had to keep his emotions out, " Annie I don't think you do understand. You didn't just leave for a few months. You didn't just go dark, you put me in the dark. You died, you fucking died on me, for the second time. Even after you knew the full story about Helesa you died on me?!" He sounded pissed.

Annie tried to remain calm, "I just wanted, I-"

"You what? We could have found a different way, but no everything has to be done 'Annies way', uh? Do you think your agency was really going to honor you by going behind their back?" He accused still leaning against the counter.

This time when annie looked up from her blanket her eyes practically blazed, " no, don't drag the CIA into this. This has nothing to do with them. Do you really think there was another way? Henry was almost as ruthless as I am. I did all of these things for Joan, Arthur, Mac, all those other people... I did this for.. You," her voice broke in the last part and she had to force herself not to cry.

She wasn't just mad by his actions she was hurt in a way she thought her walls would never let her be hurt. She was guilty, she knew. She was ruthless; she admitted. Everything was her fault; she realized.

No matter how right the decision to go dark had seemed at the time, and no matter how many times she said she didn't regret it a part of her would always regret it. The human part, the part that loved, the part that had been destroyed, the part that belonged with Auggie.

Auggie was silent across the counter, " you think your ruthless?"

" I killed Henry in cold blood," She deadpaned.

"You just said you did it for me," He backfired.

"I originally did it for you. You guys are what kept me determined, but by the end I was alone; just trying to survive," Auggie silently admitted he was a little scared of how emotionless that sounded.

He would always believe there could've another route, but the past was the past. Now it was time to backtrack, or get Annie to freeze over the edge, to the point of breaking. She had been doing so good, but topics like this she had trouble with; she fell backwards into the old habit of ignoring the problem.

"Annie you do know I'm still grateful for all you did for me and us," He moved to the bar with the empty coffee cup in hand.

"Then why? Why the hell bring it up even, when all it does is make me feel like absolute shit," She stood and moved into the bathroom slamming the door.

He sat leaned against the bar for a few seconds before deciding he couldn't help her right now.

Just as the cup was about to go into the sink it slipped from his grasp and shattered over the hardwood.

"Shit," He hadn't dropped a glass in almost four years. He was trying to calculate where to step when he heard a door open, he froze turning toward it.

"I got it," Annie said determinedly, "you go get dressed or something. Go straight to your far right against the bar," she still sounded zombie like.

This day could go no where but up.