[Arthur's never had a problem dispatching projections before, quickly and without mercy. They weren't real; they weren't people. Nobody was really getting hurt when he put a bullet in them. If he shoots Mal right now... The worst that'll happen is he'll watch his friend's shade "die". That's it. So why can't he do it? Why is there something inside his head screaming at him to stop? He hesitates, keeping the weapon trained on her.]

I was wrong. That's what Limbo does to you; it traps you in lies and memories. And then, it finally hit me. [He blinks, voice cracking a touch.] La toile était levée. You were right. You were trying to warn me, and I didn't listen.