She stood before him, watching as he paced the room like a caged animal. She'd told him what she knew but it wasn't his nonchalance about his fate that surprised her. It was the way he seemed to accept it. It was the way he seemed to have given up. She couldn't understand how he could fight this hard to recover from a fight to stay alive only to roll over. It made as much sense to her as the distance he was trying to keep from her and the cold barrier she came across when she tried to get close to him.

Frustrated with the situation she tried one last appeal to break through to him, "So that's it? You're just going to let them take you?"

"I don't have a choice, Robyn. I am a killer, I've taken lives and for that I have to be punished."

"There has to be another way!"

Morgan faced away as he felt himself losing the battle with his temper, he clenched his teeth before he turned back. "This is the only way! Things are what they are and you can't change them. This bond or connection you think you have with me has to stop! You can't save me and you can't change me!"

"That won't stop me trying! I refuse to believe you're everything you make yourself out to be. You've killed, I know, I've seen you. But you helped me, you knew what Lily would do when you helped me but you helped me anyway. You went against your only ally in this world to help people you didn't even know. You're not all good but at the same time you're not all evil." Robyn moved close to Morgan as she added, "Like me."

He drew away from her as he paced once again until he turned his cold blue eyes upon her. "When do you think I first saw you? Do you think it was when I cleaved that Network man's head from his body?"

Something had changed in Morgan's tone as he spoke to her. Where he had always spoken to her in a soft voice there now existed a deep undercurrent, his words sharp and hard. Only knowing one answer she nodded. He corrected her when his shaking head told her she was wrong.

"It was before you boarded the airplane to Toronto. It was before you went to the airport. It was the night our dear Uncle provided you with the misconception that he was your father."

A knot formed in her stomach as she shook her head. It couldn't be true.

"I saw the whole thing. You spat in his face and walked away. You told him to drop dead and when his crystal went off he ran away. Cain saw it too. He was watching you and I was watching him."

She knew where this was going, she knew what he was going to say but like a runaway train there was no stopping the journey they were taking.

"Our dear brother was so intent on observing you that he had no awareness of my presence. He didn't even know I existed. I followed him when he got on that plane with you, I saw him walk past you. You were so grief stricken that you didn't notice him pass you by, he sat three rows back from you and you had no idea. Somehow you eventually realized that someone was following you, that he was following you. You turned around to face him in the alleyway. I saw the woman he killed see him following you there, a concerned bystander that got in the way. I remember seeing Cain slash your cheek just before the woman tried to defend you. She picked her timing well if she was planning on being suicidal that night. You tried to stop him and he slit your wrist. She was half dead and you still tried to stop him taking her, he was most disappointed when he had to suppress you. When he left you for dead it was only so he could tell mother what he'd done."

Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins as they drew ever closer to that fateful conclusion. The time when he told her what she most feared.

"I was impressed with his resourcefulness in getting you away from the protection of your undead friends. All of those people he slaughtered for the sole purpose of getting to you, the carnage of the flames and explosions. It was difficult to keep up with him as he carried you away but I managed."

She knotted her fingers in her hair as she tried to block his voice out with her hands over her ears but his words still broke through as if he were speaking directly into her brain.

"I was there when he touched you. I was there when he forced you onto the floor. I watched as he raped you and I did nothing to stop him."

There was more, there was something more he was going to say. She tried to turn away from him, she tried to run from him but he grabbed her and tore her hands from her ears. She fought against him as he pulled her back against his chest and clamped her arms to her sides. Her resolve shattered into a thousand pieces when she heard the three fateful words he spoke.

"I enjoyed it!"

He felt his feet go out from under him moments before he impacted with the wall behind him. As his vision cleared he saw her standing over him. His guards were moving towards him but were thrown back by an invisible force that slammed the door they'd flown through tightly. He heard their desperate shouts as they regained their feet and hammered on the door.

He did nothing to defend himself as she lifted him and threw him into the wall again. He felt her anger rain down upon him as she slapped and punched him. As her breathing became more ragged he felt the force behind her blows lessen and he sank to the floor with her, holding her to him as she wept.

Her energy gone she was able to hold the door closed no longer and they surged through it, stopping dead at the sight they saw. They'd heard her screams as she'd unleashed her pain turned to anger. Now they viewed her clinging to the source of that transition as he held her tightly, ignoring the hurt she'd inflicted on him.

Before they took her away Boris and Langford heard her whisper, "I know what you were trying to do."