Everyone's gone, now.
Gordon's gone, driven out by his own guilt and Harvey's -- Two-Face's -- rage.
The nurses are gone, knowing there's nothing they can do for him beside ensure that his restraints are fastened tightly, and hope he decides to make use of the morphine drip.
Rachel's gone. Rachel's -- his other half, dead, burned, ashes. Like his coin, there with her, like himself.
Everyone's gone. And everything. And all he has now is this hospital bed, and a scorched two-headed silver dollar, and half a face.
Two faces.
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