Secrets And Lies

You look scared; desperate in a way I haven't seen in a long time.

In a way I never wanted to see again.

As furious as you make me, you're at your best when you think you're on top, when you believe you're going to weasel your way out of things.

When you don't know you're going to die.

Fuck, boy, don't make me do this. Hurting you's one thing.

This is something different.

You should have run. I would have let you run like I've done dozens of times. You're not going to let it go, though. I knew when I saw your eyes as the elevators closed on them. I knew one of us would die.

I knew it wouldn't be me.

We have a wealth of lies and pain and shit between us. That's not even counting the secrets. Why now, Krycek? Why, when Mulder's staring at us like a deer caught in the headlights and I can't make you hear me, hear my voice as you bleed out onto the asphalt.

Our secrets are going to die unspoken, swallowed in the time it took for my bullet to reach your brain.