A while back, You and Laswell worked together and shared some great moments, regardless of triumph or failure. You had grown accustomed to her, just as she had grown accustomed to you. Like a cat almost warming up to its owner over time. But despite the obvious chemistry: Why did you choose him? Why did you choose him? Why did you go off with that man when there was clearly someone else who loved you?

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

You were staring at the texts you shared, even the purely professional ones as you walked to your military work, being recruited into a new task force. Though you never expected what would await you.

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife.

As you walked, the rhythm of your footsteps echoed through the space, the sound of each step measured and respectful of its environment. Not long ago, you entered the office you were meant to be at... You saw the woman you thought you'd never see again, smoking a cigarette calmly at the desk. Laswell.

And when you think about me, all of those years ago. You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'

This meeting only reminded you of your choice.

You know I hate to say, 'I told you so'. You know I hate to say, but,

"I told you so." Laswell murmured.