Brennan knows that the havoc Epps had caused was not her fault, no matter what Epps had said. But even for the most rational person, there can be a little lag time between knowing and feeling.

"Honestly? I'm happy he's dead." Brennan's eyes are focused on an almost minuscule knot in the wood grain of the table top. "Alive, he would have found some way to keep killing. No matter where they locked him up."

"I just wish Booth hadn't interfered."

Not that Brennan hadn't appreciated him showing up. She just wishes he had waited five minutes.