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.
