A/N: This is version 2 and it still takes place sometime after the series finale.
"In this place, sugar, you get freedom by one of two ways," Walter paused, pointing to his head. "It's either in here or. . ."
Nikita had been so young, and she knows now 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 has been dead and buried a long time around here. The sooner you accept it the better off you'll be."
Clutching Walter's trademark bandanna in her hands as watching operatives scurried about she tried not to cry as she knew he had found ultimate freedom from Section at last.
Disclaimer: I don't own La Femme Nikita and have made zilch from either drabble. Sue me not.