Loki: And what will you do if I vow to spare him?
Widow: Not let you out...
Loki: Ah no, but I like this! Your world in the balance and you bargain for one man?
Widow: Regimes fall every day. I tend to not weep over that, I'm Russian...or I was.
Loki: And what are you now?
Widow: [Widow stands] It's really not that complicated, I got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out.
Loki: Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter? San Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. [Loki stands up, his voice takes on a darker tone] Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?! This is the basest sentimentality! This is a child at prayer, pathetic! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors, but they are a part of you, and they will never go away. [Slams his fist against the cage] I won't touch Barton, not until I make him kill you. Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear, and then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is my bargain you mewling quim.
Widow: You're a monster.
Loki: [Chuckles] Oh no, you brought the monster.