Oil is thicker than blood

3.6 There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.

Hannah just stares at Jack and Katlyn. Even tho Jack knows he and Katlyn are masked. It seems like she can see right through the masks. Jack feels strangely exposed. 

"If you are looking for any valuables, we don't store them in the bedroom. But I can lead you to the vaults if you want." Hannah says. 

She seems strangely composed, although her eyes reveal she is deadly afraid. 

Katlyn gestures to the painting hanging in the room. "We are after the vault behind that painting." 

Hannah just stares at them. Then she stutters. "Katlyn, is that you?" 

Katlyn sighs and takes off her mask. "Yes, it is me." 

"Are you here to kill me?" 

"I didn't even know you were alive," Katlyn says. "How are you alive?" 

"Turns out the roof of the Olympus building is slightly wider than the Olympus Plateau. Not that I didn't sustain lots of injuries." 

She points at Jack. "I suppose Jack in under the mask?" 

"Yes, it's me." 

"I assumed you recognised me at the oil rig. Anyways, I don't know anything about a vault, but if you guys are after it must contain something more important than money." 

"It does." 

Jack gestures at the crib in the corner. The baby is watching them silently. 

"Is that your kid?" Jack asks. 

"Yes, it is the son of Richard and me. His name is David." 

"Oh." 

Meanwhile, Katlyn slowly slides the painting sideward, revealing a silver safe. 

"I don't suppose you know the code." 

Hannah shakes her head. "I didn't even know there was a safe." 

"Then you are no use to us." 

She suddenly reveals a gun and aims it at Hannah. 

"I should have finished the job the first time, but good thing I got a second opportunity." 

"Wait." Jack jumps between Hannah and Katlyn, blocking the path of her gun. "You can't kill her. She has a child." 

"You were fine with me killing her before. Why aren't you now?" 

"Cause before, she didn't have a child," Jack replies. 

"And?" Katlyn's face turns red, and her eyes seem to want to kill Jack on the spot. "She was pregnant back then." 

"I didn't know that." 

"Anyway, if you are afraid the kid will be an orphan, we can take it with us and raise it on our own." 

"Katlyn." Jack takes a step towards her. "You sound crazy. Way too many people got hurt already. I am not going to let you orphan a little boy. Put down the gun. We'll talk about it." 

Katlyn aims her gun at Jack's head. "Jack. You promised me." She doesn't sound angry anymore. She sounds like she is pleading. The gun shakes in her hand. "You promised me you would go to the end. That you would help me take my revenge. Whatever it takes. But I guess you don't love me as much as you said you did. Maybe not anymore." 

"Katlyn, you are not making sense at the moment." 

Katlyn sits down on the bed, still aiming her gun at Jack and Hannah. 

"It's just. I don't know. I thought we were doing something good. That we would save the people of city twenty-two from the evil Bellmond family. But after all the work we did, all the risks we took, we changed nothing." 

"That is not true," Jack exclaims. "We did effect some change. Lucy has made lots of good decisions. Masks are affordable now. Taxes are at an all-time low." 

"Yet the Bellmond family is richer than ever and has even more support from the public. And if we now kill Hannah and Lucy and steal the proof in the vault, what happens then? Someone else will take over. Probably the real inventor of the refinery. Or someone else. Who knows. It's like a hydra. Cut off the head, and a new one grows in its place." 

"Exactly," Jack says. "There is no point in killing her. We can run away. Just you and me. We can go to Andes Ridge. Or the Alpine Isles. Or Lesotho. Those isles are beautiful." 

"What are you saying, Jack? Out of sight, out of mind? Am I supposed to live a happy life somewhere else, knowing my cutthroat sister is here calling the shots? Or someone else. 

Knowing people like me will suffer for decades to come at their hands? Children damage their lungs the moment they walk outside. People are just getting part of their liver removed and dumped in a container as trash. No. I can't live in a world where this happens. And apparently, I can't change it either." 

Before Jack can react, she puts the gun to her own head and pulls the trigger. Blood spatters all over the walls and paintings in the room. David starts crying, and Hannah picks him up. Jack just crawls to Katlyn's body and hugs it in his arms.