“ what i want, sara, is for you to tell me where he is, before he gets himself killed out there. ”
it’s taking too long, this is taking too long, and with every wasted second scofield is getting further and further away again, managing to always be one step ahead no matter how quickly alex deciphers another tattoo, and another, and another, and this, this has to be it, she has to be the key, the way to twist scofield’s arm behind his back and christ, the innocent act is wearing really thin ( three hours forty-seven minutes since his last pill, focus waning, thoughts racing, muscles aching and he needs, he needs -- ).
“ i know you’ve been in contact with him. i know you’re planning to meet with him. or maybe he’s supposed to meet with you, hm? maybe we should just sit here and wait for him to come to us. do you think he’ll come for you, sara? i mean, he didn’t seem to care all that much when you put your job on the line for him, when he asked you to turn your back on everything you stand for, oh, or when you were lying in the hospital fighting for your life because you couldn’t live with what you had done, how about that, sara. ”