"Oh yeah, that must really suck," he begins with a sarcastic drawl, arms thrown into the air. "You being armed and ready to shoot me. How difficult for you." His arms drop to his sides as he continues to circle in one spot, trying to get of feel on where the hell she is. Every time he steps he gives away his location, so he finally falls still, and after a few lingering seconds of silence he speaks again with the edge giving way to exhaustion.

"You can do it, you know." Despite the fact that he's in immediate danger Wally closes his eyes for a second to run his hand down his face. It's over and he knows it. She's got a gun, hes running on fumes, and as soon as he makes a break for it she's going to know where he is. He's already lost, although she doesn't know it yet. "Just... leave. Act like you didn't find me, there are no cameras here, they would never know." He swallows hard, his back leaning against the wall and his eyes falling to the ground. So this is it, huh? This is how all of the bad he's stopped is going to catch up with him.

It was a good run.

"You know what they're going to do to me." His hand runs through fiery hair. "I'm not going to let that happen. I won't let them tell me who I am, I know who I am. I'd rather you just shoot me. So either shoot me or leave." He says the last part with a new sense of determination as if he's made up his mind. "Because I'm not going back there. Ever."