Iman is able to lift herself up by the time Rush is back on top of Gus, but she stays where she is, staring, relieved, vindicated, horrified in some small, insignificant measure - Rush continues to work even after Gus is lifeless and she can only kneel there, staring, he didn't need her, and that's fine.
He looks up at her and she meets his eyes solidly, but a muted, distant-seeming noise draws her attention away from his advice. Her head snaps back, listening carefully. Someone is crying out, thudding on the door. Greta is well enough to do that at least.
She gets to her feet with a minimum of wobbling. "Get rid of him," she says coldly. She reaches out and pushes open the door to the cell opposite. "In here. I don't want her to see."
She looks up, catches his eyes again. "Nobody fucking knows about this."
It's too easy that no one would understand like she does why this was necessary. Why Rush had to do it. She saw him, saw what Gus had done to him. She knows.
As he starts to move, she turns to Greta's cell. She draws a breath. She might be well enough to call, even to struggle against her door, but that doesn't mean she wasn't hurt. Doesn't mean she's-
She opens the door.
Greta is there, standing, breathing heavily and looking drawn but she's standing she's not bleeding she's not bruised she's okay, she's okay.
"Greta," she says, faltering and almost a whimper, buried as she reaches forward and drags the woman into a hug, gripping on tightly, her heart is hammering but she's okay.
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He looks up at her and she meets his eyes solidly, but a muted, distant-seeming noise draws her attention away from his advice. Her head snaps back, listening carefully. Someone is crying out, thudding on the door. Greta is well enough to do that at least.
She gets to her feet with a minimum of wobbling. "Get rid of him," she says coldly. She reaches out and pushes open the door to the cell opposite. "In here. I don't want her to see."
She looks up, catches his eyes again. "Nobody fucking knows about this."
It's too easy that no one would understand like she does why this was necessary. Why Rush had to do it. She saw him, saw what Gus had done to him. She knows.
As he starts to move, she turns to Greta's cell. She draws a breath. She might be well enough to call, even to struggle against her door, but that doesn't mean she wasn't hurt. Doesn't mean she's-
She opens the door.
Greta is there, standing, breathing heavily and looking drawn but she's standing she's not bleeding she's not bruised she's okay, she's okay.
"Greta," she says, faltering and almost a whimper, buried as she reaches forward and drags the woman into a hug, gripping on tightly, her heart is hammering but she's okay.