"Hey, Alec..." you say.

"Yeah?"

"I just want you to know... I really appreciate you. And I mean, I know that sounds corny or lackluster or something, but you've honestly saved my life a few times in the past weeks, and considering I was basically using you the whole time, it means a lot."

"Using me, eh?"

"Well, you know. My feelings were real. But I wanted to keep you AND my crusade against the Convention. I got greedy and dragged you in to all this and now..."

"Now, everything is gonna be fine, okay? Look, we're almost done here, and then you can take this information and give it to whoever you're going to give it to, and we'll be-- wait."

The sounds after that devolve into yelling and shooting. You hear a scream that is not Alec's. And then you hear one that is. The sound hurts your ears, and you let out a silent scream of your own. You hear a pained whisper.

"Jennie... I love you. Get out of here, quick."

Then there was one more shot.