Every instinct. Everything in him wanted to flay the bitch's flesh from her bones, except that tiny voice that said- one chance. One. The potion is chucked, pointless really.

"Of course. Redemption- how stupid of me to think for even a moment- every fucking instinct-"

Opalescence, wounded but alive, lands beside him, and he takes off.

Zidane was a godsdamned moron to trust him.