He stood there and stared down at the corpse in front of him. He very much wished that it was Talia’s body he was dissecting but by all accounts this was her hospital and he was merely hiding it. He did not have to hide but it was a job and corpses were easy to practice on. “Yes. It was a shame what occurred to her, though it was her own fault for giving in to her own weaknesses. Tell me, I hear she and your beloved were particularly close, were those rumors true?” He grinned darkly and began to cut again.
“And your father never gave you the location of his precious revitalizing pits? And here I thought he would have trusted you with everything if he were to die unexpectedly which leads me to believe he is still very much alive. I have to agree with you though, I disliked the name she picked for herself after the death of my mother, but I am not very sure what she would have wanted considering we did not part exactly on amicable terms.” He turned to face her and cocked his head, “So tell me, what. exactly. Do you need me for?”
Talia crossed her arms, setting her face in a firm expression as she tried to collect her thoughts appropriately. “I need your man-power. You’re good with a knife, and you’re intelligent. I need what you can offer. And I know that you want to do something to make you feel less guilt about not being there for Peyton’s death.” Her voice drops considerably as she stepped closer, partially using this new soft spot to her advantage, but mostly, her words are honest.
"I don’t want her death to be in vain. I want to continue what she started. I know that you feel as though if you had been here when she was feeling so… alone… things could have been different. The ending would have been happier. We may not be the best of friends, Elliot, but I do understand you. As angering as that may be." She flicks a crushed piece of dried blood off of her shirt before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a calling card.
"When I organize the mission with Doctor Fries and Doctor Strange, I’d like you to give me a call. I’ll have word sent down to you from the night nurses when I’m ready for you. If I don’t receive your call, I’ll know you aren’t interested. But I urge you to think of the possibilities."
She turns to leave, her heels clicking as she unlocks the door, allowing it to swing shut behind her. “And I never said my father didn’t give away the location. You just never asked.”