It's you, isn't it? You've come to kill me? Yes. Thank God. After what happened. After...

Delia Surridge: [Curtains are drawn back, allowing moonlight to come in] It's you, isn't it? You've come to kill me? V: Yes. Delia Surridge: Thank God. Delia Surridge: After what happened. After what they did. I thought about killing myself. I knew that one day you'd come for me. I didn't know what they were going to do. I swear to you. Read my journal. V: What they did was only possible because of you. Delia Surridge: Oppenheimer was able to change more than a course of a war. It changed the entire course of human history. Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope? V: I've not come for what you've hoped to do. I've come for what you did. Delia Surridge: It's funny. I was given one of your roses today. I wasn't sure you were the terrorist until I saw it. What a strange coincidence that I should be given one today. V: There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the illusion of coincidences. [Holds up a rose] V: I have another rose and this one is for you. Delia Surridge: [Delia accepts and surveys the rose] You're going to kill me now? V: [Holds up a syringe] I killed you ten minutes ago... while you slept. Delia Surridge: Is there any pain? V: No. Delia Surridge: Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize? V: [voice goes soft] Never... Delia Surridge: I'm so sorry. [Delia slowly slumps backwards, into her pillow]