You're not going anywhere. [ Mako says simply, because of course she's considered it, that Raleigh won't be spared if Chau goes down -- he's too far involved in the club's activities to plead innocent, and even if he did no one would believe him anyway.

But she knows, too, that he has an entire lifetime ahead of him, that his talent, his gifts, he is wasted in a life like this, mired in murder and drugs and she knows, too, that he doesn't like it -- Mako's always observed, always knew. He's staying in this club for an entirely different reason that she doesn't know about, and there's more he isn't telling her, but it really isn't like she's in any position to demand, not when this is happening between them.

In the face of impending failure of her mission (which must, under any circumstances, not happen), and the potentially devastating effects of his rejection of her, Mako is honest. Raleigh might not be a rat but it won't mean that the circumstances won't chance, that she won't do her best to help get him out of it.

She stubs out what remains of the cigarette on a nearby ashtray, and finally meets his eyes. ] I went to Pentecost to broker a deal about you today. When Chau goes down, no charge against you stands. [ She'd worked a long time on Pentecost about it, taken a huge gamble because if it turns out that she doesn't know him as well as she thinks she does, she'd be the latest statistic in the club's climbing body count rate. ]

You might consider them your brothers, Raleigh, but you don't belong inside here. You never did. I see it whenever you disagree with the things they do, when you break the rules on your own because you didn't think what they did was right.

[ A pause. ] You broke the rules for me.