Jane watches, taking in every detail of the executions. She needs to -- whatever they're up against she needs to know, for the good of the other sixty-four. For Kay. So she watches the broadcast, her fist resting against her chin as tears gather in her eyes. She doesn't notice when they begin to fall, which is sometime around the first death. She just keeps blinking to keep her eyes clear, and breathes deeply, audibly, when it's over.

Once it's over she stands up slowly, breathing deeply, shutting her eyes. Her outline blurs.

Hammerhead punches the television set, shattering the screen and parts of the plastic frame.

"Stupid motherfuckers!" she spits, kicking at the toppled electronic frame. It shatters into smaller pieces, which doesn't seem to satisfy her. "FUCK it! It's good they're dead!"