The lights are out and she's curled up on her side on 'her side' of his bed. Mike cautiously approaches the bed, and hesitates for a moment before sliding in beside her. He keeps himself right on the edge, trying to give her some space. He's not sure if she's fallen asleep yet, but hopes she's able to find some peace. She at least was able to dress herself and get herself into bed.

"Where were you?" Her soft voice breaks the silence. It's not accusing. It's a simple question, but it breaks Mike's heart. He feels the tears prick his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I thought- I thought Briggs- Paige I swear I never would have- I didn't think-" Mike can't find the words to tell her how much he regrets his decision. At the time he was so convinced that Briggs was playing him. He hadn't thought she'd been in any trouble. She hadn't wanted backup, and he had agreed with her at the time. He hadn't thought she needed it. Things had just gotten out of control so quickly. The tears spill down his face, as he apologizes again and again, "Paige I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault and I- I never meant-"

"No, you were would have been nothing you could have done. He followed me from the church. I should have covered my tracks more. I should have-" Paige's voice is void of emotion. It's terrifying to Mike. He rolls towards her, wanting to wrap himself around, her but just brings his hand to her arm to squeeze it reassuringly.

"This was not your fault." Mike squeezes her upper arm, trying to make her see that.

"That was his biggest fear. Turning into his father. He didn't even know I was DEA. He attacked me and I couldn't get the upper hand. I wasn't strong enough…" Paige continues talking.

"You are the strongest person I know." Mike interrupts again. He knows he should let her talk, but she's wrong. She's so strong. So good. Things keep happening to her, and they're all Mike's fault. Time and time again, Paige is the one to pay for his mistakes.

"People keep dying and it's all my fault. I kill everything…" Paige says, her voice beginning to tremble.

"No. It's not your fault. None of it is your fault." Mike insists, wishing she would turn to face him so she could see it in his eyes. It was not her fault.

"Lina was. Colby. Torros." She finally rolls over to face him, and now Mike wishes she hadn't because the pain in her eyes slices through him. "Even you."

"No. No, it's not your fault. None of it is your fault. You have to believe me." Mike says the words, but he's not sure why Paige would believe him. Not anymore. He's wrong again and again.

It's mine. Mike wants to tell her, but he's not brave enough.

He can't stand her self-hatred, but at the same time he can't bring himself to remind her who's really at fault here.

"I slit his throat. Just like his father… I saw his eyes when he realized what I'd done. I saw him realize he was dying, but he couldn't even cry out. He couldn't say anything. He was so excited earlier today. This was his family. His destiny. He was a scared little boy with an abusive father, and Marcez saved him from all that. He considered it such an honor. Today was supposed to be the best day of his life and instead I murdered him. I murdered him in the worst way possible. There was so much blood and I-"

"You did what you had to do. He sealed his own fate when he came here to hurt you. You had to defend yourself Paige. You had to." Mike wraps his arms tightly around her kissing the top of her head. "I'm glad he's dead. He hurt you."

"I've killed people in the field before, but never like this." Paige says, before taking a deep breath and asking in a shaky voice, "Mike, what if I'm the monster?"

"You're not." Mike says, looking down to meet her eyes.

"I think maybe I am." She says quietly, "In the last year alone four innocent people are dead. Because of me."

"Toros wasn't innocent and none of them were your fault." Mike corrects her quickly, "Besides, I'm still here."

She stares into his eyes, her own still glistening from her tears.

"Can you sleep?" Mike asks softly.

"I can't stop replaying it in my mind." Paige curls up closer against his chest. "I can still hear the sound of the blood pumping, of him choking on it, gasping for breath…"

Paige brings the pillow up around her head like she's trying to drown out the noise, but Mike brushes her hair back from her face and soothes her with soft murmers.

"Shhh… I think I can help." Mike says, sitting himself up on the edge of his bed, and bringing her up so her head is resting on his chest. He reaches over to his nightstand, picking up Anna Karenina the same book Paige had read aloud to him in this very bed in his time of need. Now he needed to return the favor. "I'll read to you until you fall asleep."

She curls up against him, her eyes still open staring at the wall ahead. Mike's not sure this will work, but he has to try. He opens to where they left off and in a soft voice begins to read the words out loud, "All the girls in the world were divided into two classes: one class included all the girls in the world except her, and they had all the usual human feelings and were very ordinary girls; while the other class -herself alone- had no weaknesses and was superior to all humanity..."

He brings his hand to her hair and soothingly runs his fingers through her hair as he waits for her breathing to slow and for her to finally fall into a light sleep. He continues reading long after she falls asleep, trying to keep the demons at bay with each turn of the page, until the sun finally rises on the shore outside his window and the darkness fades.