Colette didn't feel the need to cry anymore at this point.  There was no meaning to it anymore, no one would try to help her, or so she thought.  A voice rang out quietly from the other side of her cell bars.  It looked like a guard, but she recognized the voice as Fitz.<br/>Why had he come to see her?<br/><br/>From the sound of his request, he just wanted to have a conversation with her.   But what did he get out of that?  The sound of him saying her fake name was really starting to annoy her so she got up and walked over to the bars, her cold hands held them firmly.<br/>"Colette" she simply stated.<br/><br/>"My real name....it's Colette.  Not Cinderella.  I made that name up for the mission.  If I'm going to die to at least have the right to know that" she said quietly as she searched his eyes.  Her eyes didn't seem to hold the same light as they used to.  They looked dull and tired, like she was already half-dead.<br/>"Why do you want to talk to me?  I'm a criminal...." She said with a tinge of sadness on her face.