Warning: This contains spoilers for all of Paper Trail!
Adding Up To Less (Isn't More)
Post Credits/ Paper Trail/ Monopolize
"Fetch, you remember that Celia girl, from Curdun Cay?" He looked over at the pink-haired Conduit, his jaw set in a way she hadn't seen since she'd come up on him on his way to Augustine.
"The one who killed herself, ya mean?" Fetch frowned. "She was nice."
Delsin shook his head. "She didn't and she wasn't."
"What?" she asked.
"She killed some other guard, mutilated her and took her place. She wanted to make the people think that we were monsters- you and Eugene especially. She was a tool of Augustine." He spat, and glanced up at the big glowing Olaf's sign. He'd come to help Fetch take her stuff to his motel room— there was no way he was letting her live on rooftops— but he had had to tell her about the obsessive Conduit who now presented a danger to the good fortune they had worked so hard to earn.
"This has gotta be a joke, D." Running a hand through her hair, she looked away and sighed. "How do you know?"
"She's led me on a wild goose chase across all of Seattle for the last few days. Having to find clues and hack the DUPs and all kinds of shit." he chuckled. "At the end, she showed me all these people she'd killed. They all hated us. But she killed them. And she says that I taught her that. That I made her that way. That Curdun Cay wasn't needed because we could just take our freedom." Delsin put his face in his hands and rubbed his temples.
Fetch put her arm around him and pulled him close. "Talk about a misinterpretation, huh, Smokes?"
"Seriously, Laser-show. She's around here somewhere, though. I already told Eugene to keep an eye out. Dude's got angels everywhere." Picking up a box, he leapt down from the roof and put it into the bed of the truck he'd rented. It was red, and a bit rusty, and sat lower to the ground than he thought it should. But it was cheap and it was a truck. It would work.
"What makes you think she's still around?" Fetch jumped down with another, the third and last, box.
"She thinks of me as some kind of psychopathic messiah. That makes Seattle a serial-killer Jerusalem." he said, as he lifted the boxes into the bed of the truck. He had considered just carrying the boxes, but decided that there was too much of a chance of dropping it at high speed.
"Yeah, and everybody who means anything in this is flocking here too. The DUPs, the military, us." she grinned at the last bit. Delsin returned the smile and climbed into the driver's seat.
"She'll be joining up with that other killer, too, the one on the news yesterday." she slid into the passenger side, sipping an iced coffee from the cup-holder.
Delsin started the truck, the rumble low, with an occasional putter, and looked out the window at the sky. The sun was setting and the sky was streaked with purple and pink. The little bit of wind there was tried to ruffle his hair, but his beanie put an end to any of that business.
"They'll slip up soon. We'll have them then." he said.
"Think positive, D." she gently shoved his shoulder.
He nodded, grinned, and started the drive back to the motel, certain that he'd win this war of his before long, at least, as long as Fetch kept help putting things into perspective.
