He finally notices her. For just a moment, there's a spark in his eyes. Old hatred, old obsession. And then it clouds over. He's lost, he knows it. At some point, he's raged impotently, bargained, even made a thousand plans for escape that never materialized, and finally he accepted. The rings are gone, and with it, the Mandarin. He looks down, unable to face her any longer.
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