This time, Olivia doesn't sit back - she braces her forearms on her thighs, folding her hands in front of her, and stays leaning forward like that so she can speak to him more comfortably with him crouched on the carpet.

"They died." There's no hiding the guilt over that. Saving Peter hadn't been their job, their responsibility, but they did it anyway, because she asked, and because Nick trusted her and the others trusted him. They died. She lived. There's nothing fair about that.

"I guess the crossing took too much out of them. I don't know why it didn't affect me the same way. William Bell - one of the men who did this to us, he said that I'd always been the strongest of the group, and crossing over like that might have been my gift. But... I don't know. Maybe I was just lucky."