"Field Report: Final Entry."
"Well, this is it. The endgame. I know what I have to do."
Dempsey's capsule appeared before him. Translucent. Painful.
"Richtofen's barely holding it together. I gotta believe he can go the extra mile."
"None of us really know how it's gonna play out."
Dempsey looked down at the blood vial in his hand.
"But, we all know it's the only way forward."
Dempsey heard light footfalls to his right.
He spared but a glance, only to see his future self's apparition giving him a hard look. One of reassurance. Acceptance. Forgiveness.
Dempsey looked away and into the fire.
"We can only hope that our souls may find a better future."