Paris A place in the suburbs Nameless Cemetery.
The scenery here is not beautiful, it can even be said to be a bit dilapidated and shabby.
Weeds grow wildly among several tombstones that have been in disrepair, and the sky is always gray.
It is a great irony for Stan Edgar, the uncrowned king who once held the highest capital power of America and was the uncrowned king of the Vought Empire, to sleep in such a cramped and miserable corner.
But this is the best place Marge could find for him.
Because only by being buried in such a deserted place that no one cares about, she can avoid the eyes from time to time during the ten years that she was wanted around the world and visit the man she once regarded as her "father".
Marge was wearing a dark windbreaker and walked quietly to the piece of Nameless Stele that had no name engraved on it.
She didn't bring any flowers, she just sat down slowly and leaned her back gently on the cold stone tablet, just like how she leaned on Edgar's knees many years ago in Vought when she was exhausted.
"Sir..."
Marge murmured in a low voice, and as soon as the voice came out, it was filled with uncontrollable trembling.
Her eyes instantly turned red, and her tears fell like floods bursting onto the soil covered with fallen leaves.
In the past ten years, I have been hiding in Tibet, everything is in danger, and the suffering deep in my heart has never stopped, completely erupted at this moment.
"I got that Original Compound V in Vought Tower's underground laboratory..."
Marge buried his face between his arms, his thin shoulders twitching violently,
"If I had injected it into you, you might not have died... Would you blame me?"
The cold wind blew through the cemetery, but no one answered her.
Marge burst into tears.
Ever since she could remember, ever since that horrific laboratory filled with screams and blood, she had never cried so unabashedly.
She kept forcing herself to be like a stone without emotion, like a sharp knife.
"I was really confused at the time..."
She leaned on the tombstone and confided with tears in her eyes,
"I know that your kindness to me and your so-called fatherly love are all false. In your calculations, I am just a useful tool and a company asset from beginning to end, but..."
Marge bit her lip and tasted the salty smell of blood.
"But, how nice would it be if that bubble hadn't been blown? If you hadn't been forced into a desperate situation by Lynn that day, and your cold-bloodedness hadn't been exposed, and everything seemed to be real. If you could lie to me for a lifetime, if that falsehood could last a lifetime... that would be great."
She was like a child who had lost her soul, letting out the grievances and pain she had accumulated for ten years in the wind.
In this poor cemetery, she finally dropped all her defenses.
A long time.
The wind stopped.
Marge's crying gradually subsided.
She wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeves, put her hands on the ground, and slowly stood up.
She turned around, faced the unnamed tombstone, and bowed deeply.
"I didn't inject the compound into you, not because I hate you."
Marge looked at the tombstone, his eyes gradually became clear and decisive,
"It's because... that false and deformed family relationship, if it continues forcibly, will only cause more pain to each other. I no longer want to be anyone's tool."
"Goodbye, sir."
Marge turned around, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and strode out of the cold cemetery.
The moment she walked out of the door, she had already made a complete decision in her eyes that were originally full of confusion.
When I returned to Safe House, the room seemed particularly empty.
Elena The mother and daughter had packed their luggage and left quietly.
The traces left by ten years of life have been completely erased. Two pairs of commonly worn shoes are missing from the entrance, and even the warmth of home seems to have been taken away from the air.
Duke was sitting alone on the large sofa in the living room like an abandoned rag doll.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Duke raised his head and saw that it was Marge who was back.
"They're gone."
Duke's voice was muffled, revealing an indescribable sense of loss, "The person I've been with for so many years suddenly left, and it felt like the room suddenly became so big, and I felt so empty."
He looked at Marge with a hint of instinctive help and dependence in his eyes.
During these ten years of being on the run, Marge was his eldest sister and his only spiritual support.
He feels very insecure now. Even if Marge just comes over and pats him on the shoulder, or says "At least I'm here", it will make him feel much better.
However, Marge not only did not go over to comfort him, but stopped a few meters away from the sofa.
She looked down at Duke with cold eyes.
"Pack your things."
Marge's voice didn't waver at all, "From now on, we go our separate ways."
This sentence was like a slap in the face, knocking Duke straight into confusion.
"You... what did you say?"
Duke suddenly stood up from the sofa, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Parting ways? Marge, are you kidding me? Where can we go if we separate?"
"I'm not kidding."
Marge looked directly into Duke's eyes, with a cold tone, "I've had enough of this kind of hiding in Tibet. I have already contacted Vought International."
She looked at Duke and told a big lie, "I have what they want in my hands. I made a deal with them. Vought promised to cancel the global arrest warrant against me."
"Really?!"
Duke was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of unconcealable ecstasy broke out on his face.
The ten years of being on the run made him live in fear every day. When he heard that the wanted order could be revoked, he was so excited that his hands were shaking:
"Great! Marge, you are so awesome! Vought actually agreed to reconcile, then we finally don't have to hide here like mice!"
However, this ecstasy only lasted less than three seconds.
Duke's smile froze on his face, and he seemed to suddenly realize something.
He looked at Marge's cold, joyless face, swallowed, and asked with a trembling voice:
"Wait a minute... you just said, cancel the arrest warrant for 'you'? What about me? Marge... What about me?"
Marge didn't look at him.
She turned her attention elsewhere, turned around stiffly, and walked towards her room.
"You have to figure out your own affairs. I can only protect myself."
Bang.
The door was mercilessly closed in front of Duke.
Outside the door, Duke stood there blankly, the light in his eyes extinguished little by little, followed by a feeling of despair that he had been completely abandoned by the whole world.
And inside the door.
Marge leaned against the door panel, his body slowly slid down, and fell to the cold floor.
She bit the back of her hand to prevent herself from making any sound, but tears burst into her eyes again.
In fact, she has never contacted Vought International.
She just made a decision in her heart: she wanted to face the terrifying Vought Empire alone, to face the terrifying Homelander.
She has had enough of hiding in Tibet for the past ten years.
More importantly, she didn't want to bring this kind of pain to Duke endlessly.
She knew that all John wanted was her and the Original Compound V in her hand.
As long as she takes the initiative to stand up, as long as she dies, all the hatred and pursuit will come to an end with the return of this potion.
By that time, relying on Invisibility of Duke and losing the focus of the Vought Empire, he can live freely in the sun.
She wants to use her own life to exchange for Duke's freedom for the rest of her life.
But she couldn't tell him that even if he hated her for the rest of his life, it would be better than letting him die with her.