"Sure. If - or really, when - whoever it is that's going to spring you? Don't kill anybody on the way out, like a moron."

She stands up, rolling her shoulders. Now speaking in a tone Blake would be more familiar with, and accepting of being the 'true' Waller.

"Don't ever come at me - and especially not the people I care about - ever again. You crossed the line twice, and my patience only goes so far. Part of why I see a therapist myself."

"But you get the point. I don't care the reason, you do it a third time, I'll hurt you in ways worse than anything you've ever done. There won't be a rivalry, there won't be that kind of back and forth bullshit, because I'll just outright crush you."

"Have a nice life, Blake."

And she sees herself out.