The car ride from the company to Nathan's home was fairly silent, since neither Nathan nor Mag really knew what to say. She was still shaken by what had happened, and Nathan was still shocked that she had done it.
"I hope you don't mind staying here for a night, Mag."
"No, of course. My house probably won't be safe for me to return to for a while. I'm just glad you're okay with this. I mean, things didn't really go so well last time I was here." She sighed.
"No, I suppose not. But hopefully we can put that behind us for now. Here, let me show you to your room." Nathan said, as he guided Mag upstairs to the guest room. When they arrived, he went to the closet and retrieved a gown for her.
"Here, take this. It, uh…was Marni's." He offered the gown to her, but she didn't move. He could tell that whatever happened between her and Rotti was still troubling her. "Look, Mag, I can't stop thinking about what I said before. I'm so sorry that I didn't help you. I really didn't think that it was that bad. I-"
Before thinking twice, Mag pulled Nathan into an embrace. She knew she had caught him off guard so, when she finally felt him relax, she just hugged him tighter.
"It's okay, Nathan, it wasn't your fault." She pulled back, and sat on the bed. "We can talk about it later, okay? Thank you, for everything."
Nathan did his best to put on a smile. "If you need anything else, let me know, okay?"
She nodded as she took the gown from him, and shooed him out of the room. "Goodnight, Nathan."
Mag changed into the clothes he had given her, and got into bed. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, but couldn't fall asleep. She got up and walked downstairs being careful not to make any sound, as she made her way to Marni's tomb.
She pulled open the door, and made sure to close it behind her. Mag sat at the foot of her friend's grave, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her head on them. She had been here just a few days ago, but that was different. She was more focused on getting help then, she didn't actually spend much time here, with Marni.
The door cracked open, startling Mag.
"Mag? Hey, it's just me; I heard you come downstairs. What are you doing in here so late?" Nathan asked, seeing that he had alarmed her.
"Oh, hi, Nathan. Sorry, I thought I had been stealthier. I couldn't sleep, so, I thought I could come keep Marni company for a while." She said, smiling.
"I'm sure she appreciates it." He looked off in thought for a moment. "I'll be right back." He said. Sure enough, Nathan returned a minute later carrying a bottle and two glasses. "Fancy a drink?"
"Sure." She replied.
Nathan sat down next to Mag, offering her a glass as she sat up, cross-legged. He poured the amber liquid into her glass, then into his. They began to sip their drinks in silence, reminiscent of the last time they were here together. Nathan was still regretting what he had said, and how he had refused to help Mag when she needed him most.
"What really happened at GeneCo, Mag? Before I got there?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" She asked. Nathan nodded. Mag took another sip of her drink, and began her story.
"Well, after I left here, I went home for a while. Wondering whether or not I really wanted to leave. When I made up my mind, I decided to talk to Rotti right away, while I still had the courage. So, I headed over to GeneCo the next day, went straight to Rotti's office, and told him I wanted out." She smiled. "He laughed; thought I was kidding. When I finally convinced him that I was serious, he lost it. He said that I belonged to him, and that he made me. Then he, um, tried to have his way with me again. I got away before anything happened, but I'm sure he'll be sending his people after me soon."
Nathan's eyes widened in shock and he put his arm around Mag, hoping to comfort her. "God, Mag, I'm so, so sorry. I knew I should have helped. You tried to tell me, but I just wouldn't listen"
"No, you didn't know. You were right; he's the most powerful man on Sanitarium Island. I shouldn't have expected you to run to my rescue just because I asked; especially after all this time. Besides, it's done. No need to dwell on it."
"That may be true, but like you said, he's not going to let it go. Let me help you now. I can get you out of here. Out of Rotti's grasp." Nathan pleaded.
"Okay," She replied. "What's the plan then?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I'll think of something. I think we could both use some sleep though. Here, let me help you up." He said, as he grabbed the bottle and stood. Nathan reached out to take Mag's hand and helped her to her feet, placing her drinking glass inside his. He closed the door behind them as they left the mausoleum, and set the glasses on the kitchen counter along with the bottle. Placing a hand on Mag's back, he ascended the stairs with her; escorting her back to the guest room.
"Goodnight, Nathan…again." She chuckled.
"See you in the morning, Mag."