There's a slip of a window to peer through once the door closes. Scratched on the surface, grimy with a lack of care and maintenance, but enough that I can see through to the other side. Whether or not I should find it surprising that Jason makes no move to follow, I'm not sure. What I do know is that everything about this moment, leaving him behind in this city, turns my stomach. It's not a place for him to stay, it's not a place that will pull him out of a destructive frame of mind. Although I believe, wholeheartedly, that I am making the right choice at the moment, that doesn't make each action a good one. I am leaving behind unfinished business, and that can never be allowed to wait for long.

The bathysphere rumbles, creaks, and I feel the lurch of movement. And before all else fades into black, I catch a glimpse of his expression.

Possibly the flash of a smile.