Unlike Lexa and Cosima, Jamie is afforded rather less civility. He is strung up, hands over his hand and tethered to the ceiling by a chain, feet barely touching the ground, and before him sits Maria on a seat, watching him rather pensively.

"What did you hope to achieve?"

His patience wears, but it is not run out just yet. He simply—

Well. This might be more interesting than the other approach.