[Klaus slowly lowers his pistol, regarding Ples where he's curled on the ground with a sort of restrained sadness.]

I know I am not your target, Ples. But I... The... The person I have been tasked with killing is someone I care very much about. I am not pleased with the assignment but I have hope that they will, in time, understand my motivation.

[It's the closest he can get to disclosing who his target is. Ples should understand.]

We have to finish this duel, now that we have started. And if you can't do it, your other half will.

[He feels heartless saying it even as it leaves his mouth. Is he really doing this? Is he really putting his pride and his inability to back away from what he perceives as a dare on Mayfield's part before the safety of this man? Putting the success of a half-conceived counter-experiment above the trust he's worked so hard to cultivate between them?

There's no turning back now. Heartless or not, it is Ples's turn to shoot. All Klaus can do is wait.]