The assailant and Dean look deeply into each other’s eyes. They are surprised to see each other. Even if one of them was looking for the other. They are both silent. Neither of them want to be the first to speak. “Are you here to kill me yourself?” the assailant breaks the silence to ask. Dean shakes his head. He still wants to stay silent. But he knows he cannot. He owes the assailant more than a sentence. “I’m sorry,” is what he starts with. The assailant goes silent as well. “For what?” He wants Dean to admit to everything. He wants to hear him say it. Dean inhales. “For putting you through what I did. For making you take the lives of others. For forgetting everything we had gone through before the world became what it is now.” The assailant is unsure of the sincerity. Did he mean it? He couldn’t be sure. Dean could know that the second he pulled out a weapon, he would be dead. He might be stalling to be able to keep his life. Yet the assailant is also happy to hear the apology. He doesn’t know if it was authentic, but he is happy to hear it. He nods in acceptance of it. “I take it you know he’s after you,” Dean says. “Yes,” he calmly responds. They stand there for a moment more. The assailant turns his back and starts to walk away. Dean stops him. “What will you do when you get to the other side?” Dean doesn’t trust that they will be guaranteed safety passed the border, or that they would even make it there. The assailant stops as if he is thinking of an answer, yet is unable to answer. He continues walking. Inside the house, Pearl watches the hired man continue to fire his gun spontaneously around him. He notices her peeking through the window. He ignores the woman. He thinks of them as lesser beings then men and leaves her be. His mind is quickly changed however when he notices Debra behind her. He smiles maniacally. “Finally,” he says out loud to himself, “It took this long, I had to find you at some point.” Pearl gets worried. She then gets upset with Debra. He starts breaking down the door. After he gets his foot though it, the assailant appears behind him and points his revolver to the back of his head. “I don’t want to pull this trigger, but if I get your blood on the door, it’d be far from the worst thing I’ve done.” His smile vanishes. Pearl coddles Crystal. She yells at Debra to leave. “You both need to leave and get far away from here.” She doesn’t let Debra speak a word. She pushes her towards the back door and forces her out of the house. “I have my child here, and she has always been my priority. You guys need to go!” The hired man turns around slowly to face the assailant. He is smiling. He doesn’t even try to reach for his gun though. Pearl opens the door as she sees an opportunity to grab it off of him. It is too late when the assailant and Pearl finally realize the reason for his smile. The grenade in his hand, which he quickly pulls the pin and drops. The assailant runs back, the hired man hops a fence, and Pearl is stuck in the house and can’t run very far back before the explosion. The whole front of her house is practically disintegrated. Her back is broken from her being blown into a wall. She checks on Crystal, who is okay thanks to her shielding her. The assailant knows it is time to go. Their new home did not last as long as he wished for it too. He sees Pearl is injured. He believes she will be safer if he just left. So that is what he plans to do. He sees Debra coming from the side of the house. He quickly runs to her and grabs her. They both rush out of the village as fast as they can. Dean notices this and follows behind them. The hired man picks his head up from the ground. He is angry when he realizes he has lost track of them again. He pulls a sharp and dirty dagger from his belt and enters the house. Pearl looks at him as she holds Crystal tightly in her arms. Her grip on her is not nearly strong enough as he quickly yanks her out of her arms like she is an object. Pearl looks at him in the eyes, disgusted by him. “You are pure evil. You are death itself,” she tells him. He smiles brightly. “I am not death. I am only the one who does his bidding.” He takes the dagger and slowly stabs it into Pearl’s brain. He laughs. He removes the dagger and repeats the action with Crystal, as her cries quickly stop. He laughs harder as destruction reigns around him.