Ambrose's guard doesn't reply but is grateful for his decreased struggles. He manages to take Ambrose to the viewing room. It was practically identical to the Dark Room with a single chair, grey walls and dim lightning. The only difference was that there was a small monitor. Ptelea was visible on the screen, as were her tear streaked cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry my dear." The Boss takes out a handkerchief and wipes the tears away from one of her cheeks, "Truly, I wanted a better outcome than this. If only your big brother had given me another choice." The Boss pulls back and admires the selection of tools he has on offer. "My, my, did you see the way he chose that group of nobodies over you? I feel for you my child, I really do." He waved at the camera. "How are you doing Ambrose? Do you feel safe and sound whilst your sister suffers?"