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Gave up ta much already, ain't got nothin' left.

I guess that's the balance: knowing when you've got nothing else to put on the table.

da t'ing is ya never know until it's ta late. *Frowns.* What didja give up?

Y-yeah.

Almost, almost everything.

My marriage, the safety of my family, my son, my freedom.

Not much left to lose.

*Her frown deepens.* Ah, what 'appened?

I guess it was my own fault it started.

There was this guy, Oscar Shales. Murderer. He was my case. I.. I kept getting so close, and then losing him again. And the longer it took me to catch him, the more bodies stacked up along the way, the more I felt it was my fault, that I wasn't doing the job right.

And I lost it. Started having hallucinations, nightmares, couldn't sleep, couldn't --

And when I finally caught up to him, I killed him.

It was only a matter of time before the wrong people found out.

Ah . . . Ah dunno what ta say. Did ya nightmares drive ya family away, or did da bad men get ta 'em?

Ah'm mighty sorry, ah wish dare was somet'ing ah could do.

The Company got to them. The divorce was... thanks to me; my son's death, the Company.

~~But I blame myself.~~

So. What've you lost?

The Company? *Cocks head to the side.*

Who ah thought ah was, mah soul, an' freedom. In de big picture, mah mom. Ain't nothin' compared ta ya.

Background organization, runs everything. They want you, they'll get you.

I don't know. Sounds comparable at the least.

Ah-ah, ah don't wanna be no part o' dat.

Ah guess, it's kinda. Ya did somet'ing ya didn't t'ink ya ever would, an' now ah'm doin' de same t'ing. Ya kinda watch it all slip away.

And you're left helpless while it happens.

Worst feeling in the world.

*Nods.* Dey say dat dare is two paths ya can go down, dat ya got choices - but ah can't believe dat no mo'.

So ya jus' sit back an' watch ya self slip an' like ya said, ain't nothin' ya can do 'bout it.

All I've got now is revenge.

Not the best way to live, but it keeps me going.

It keeps me going.

Who ya gonna get now? The Company?

Edited 2008-10-05 01:03 (UTC)

The man who killed my son.

Sounds like he deserves ta die. Ya know where he is?

Close enough.

It makes the job easier that he's out to wipe me off the slate, too.

Don't let 'im get ya. Despite what ya t'ink, an' de fact dat ya don't know meh from Eve - ya ain't ah bad man. Ya doin' de right t'ing.

I'll do my best.

Iffen ya need any help, let meh know. Ah'm Dagny, it's niceta meetcha.

Alex Mahone.

Nice to meet you, too.

Alex Mahone, ah nice name. Dontcha worry, it'll be okay.

Thanks.

On both counts.

Anytime.

Depends what for.

Your family.

Your loved ones.

Everything.

[ He blanches at this, then seems to give it better thought. It's a moment or two before he nods. ]

They're worth that.

And then some.

Yeah.

I would have laid down and died if it would have made a difference.

My career, and by some people's extension, my life.

Funny how the two start becoming interchangeable.

Yeah, it sort of became that way. Then it started to diverge.