You let go.

You flip a switch. The V16 howls. You shift with your prosthetic leg, the force of the gearbox bending the floor pan. Le Comte becomes a beast. It doesn’t corner; it slides . You use the walls as barriers. You use the dark as a weapon.

She does not seek revenge on Fernand, nor does she beg for Edmond’s return. She accepts her solitude as a form of atonement for the "sin" of survival. In a world of winners and losers, Mercedes is the only character who walks away with nothing but her integrity intact.

You don’t shoot him. You don’t ram him. You reach out your window and press your palm against his window.