"I understand what you're feeling," Red continued evenly. The thing was, she really did know what it was like to lose a child, and she'd lost one more than once. She remembered all the anger and sadness and guilt, and a million other things, she'd felt at once, so deep in places within her that she hadn't known could hurt. A shadow flashed across Betty's face, headed toward a dark musing, before Wicked's cry pulled her out of the gloom and placed her back in the moment. "I know you're hurting, but hurting them isn't going to get you what you want." Stepping closer, Red held her hand. "Nick has information for you, and he'll be happy to give it. But you gotta let them go, Mrs. Lehnsherr." She beckoned her, searching for Wicked's gaze. "Come on, whaddya say?"