Epilogue

Internal Partition * HIGHEST SECURITY * Chat Log

SisterSays: I can't frelling believe it.

Wrathbone: Why not? You've been teasing me about it for months.

SisterSays: Not that. Who cares where you stick your dick? I can't believe that 'Agent stabs slaver in the throat and shoves him down a trash chute' won 'Most Poetic Slaver Death'

SisterSays: Leo?

SisterSays: Are you there?

SisterSays: You should be happy you won!

SisterSays: Leo?

Wrathbone: I'm going back to the Temple.

SisterSays: Love you.

Wrathbone: Love you too, sister.