Davina's terror has given way to resignation. Marcel cradles her, still in that shipping container, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. "Marcel, it's okay," she assures him. "No, I failed you," he says. "I'll die whether I do this or not," Davina says. "Now the only option is whether or not I take everyone with me." Although he's the one holding her, she's the one comforting him, telling him that she's lived more in 16 years than most people do in 100. "Marcel, I'm ready," she says. He holds her tighter and kisses her brow. It's too much! My cold, black recapper's heart is breaking!
The witches and the Mikaelsons have all gathered at the cemetery. Marcel carries Davina toward them, through the pouring rain, as a raging fire chases after them. The fire politely doesn't spread onto the dais where Marcel places Davina. "Do you believe in the Harvest?" Sophie asks. "I believe," Davina says bravely. Sophie slits her throat and she falls backwards into Marcel's waiting arms. The storm abates as the life bleeds out of her. A glow trickles from Davina's arm to the tips of her fingers.
Marcel places her with the other girls. "After the Harvest comes the Reaping," Sophie intones. "Their sacrifices made and accepted. We call upon our Elders to resurrect your chosen ones." Nothing happens. "We call upon our Elders to resurrect your chosen ones," Sophie says again. Again, nothing. She begs, but the Elders aren't listening. She breaks down crying and falls to the ground beside her niece. Marcel casts an accusatory glare at Klaus, then speeds away.
He doesn't stop until he gets back to the compound, and proceeds to wreck up the furniture in a fit of rage and despair. "That won't bring her back," Klaus says behind him. "This is your fault!" Marcel shouts. He blames all the troubles on Klaus's arrival in the city, on his speeding up Davina's deterioration when he killed Tim. Really, Marcel blames himself, and Klaus somehow knows this, and grabs him up in a tight embrace. He says he knows Marcel's grief, because he felt it himself when he thought Marcel was dead. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, and holds onto Marcel, and lets him cry out all his anguish.
Hayley and Elijah walk home through deserted city streets. "Are you ready to forgive me yet?" she asks. Well, you haven't quite apologized yet, so... "It's not that easy," he says. She admits she was wrong, but doesn't understand why they can't get past this. He reminds her that she was in his mind and knew exactly what Celeste meant to him. "Do you have any idea how rare love is?" he asks. "In a thousand years I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it." So... one of those loves was Celeste. Who was the other? He can't mean Hayley, right? They have sparks, but come on. Hayley doesn't have time to live in the past. "I won't choose the dead over the living, so why are you?" she asks. He doesn't say anything. "I'm sorry Elijah," she says finally. As she walks past him, he grabs her arm and pulls her close to him. They very nearly kiss, but he pulls away at the last moment.