Suddenly all he can hear is the squealing of metal on metal as the train pulls out, and her reaching out, calling to him. Offering him freedom, after she had pointed a gun at him. After she had let him believe she loved him.
And he had accepted, denying the cold to run after her. Resolving in a heartbeat to destroy himself, or rather, the cage he had built around himself for so long.
Right before he got a bullet to his back. She had flown free, leaving him behind in a pool of his own blood on a train platform. Leaving him bedridden for weeks, with his own, as well as his father's, recrimination for company. Victoria had broken him in a way he hadn't believed he would recover from.
And this episode of himself, of his denial and in his weakest moment, in his most selfish of moments ... to learn that it had not been as private as he thought? And worse still ... that she has potentially seen him at his worst?
There's a slight twitch of the muscles in his jawline. A brief, pained look crossing behind increasingly clouded eyes.