A/N: This was written for the spy_land Mix and Match challenge and it takes place sometime after the series finale.
"In this place, sugar, you get freedom by one of two ways," Walter pointed to his head. "It's either in here or. . ."
Nikita had been so young, was so naive when she asked him, "Or?"
"Or you die. There's no in between with Section."
"I can't believe that. There has to be hope they'll let us all go someday."
"Hope was dead and buried a long time around here. The sooner you accept it the better off you'll be."
Now she clutched Walter's favorite bandannas in her hand, "Now you're free."