Rosanna shuffled a little in the silence, in the hushed conversation between the unfathomable mighty entities before her: Raphael. Phanuel. Jophiel. Angels of the High Council. Mulling over the final chapters of her story. Her neck was strained from staring up at them so long.

She looked to her left, to Ignatius; he was fixated on the Council before them, his face gave away nothing; there was nothing more he could do to defend his successor; it was out of his hands.

Rosanna cleared her throat, obviously, and declared, "so, in summation, that is why I'd really love to move on to Peace now. Not that I haven't enjoyed meeting you all and talking for what has felt like days on end."

"You're not going to move on to Peace," Ignatius informed her, "not yet."

Her eyes widened, and she pursed her lips, considering her next words more carefully, "but I...said, rather coarsely, to that supernatural bigot down there, I accept it. I accept my fate. I had a good run. Time to move on."

The council stared back at her, unmoved. It was eerie.

"Really? No?" She asked and speculated, "is this about that time Ric put Damon down and I thanked the High Heavens? Did y'all actually hear that? Because I wasn't that elated, I was just really, really mad, and his character has always been a little bit dubious at best, and he came back to life again in the end, so...no harm, no foul."

Unmoved.

"Not that one? Okay, maybe you mean the time when I got a little carried away with the sheer power of the Phoenix and burned up those werewolves who were gonna murder me right back? Because I also saved that entire plantation house full of wolves from burning alive that one time, and then I actually burned alive, and that's like...it balances out, right? In a peaceful manner. You guys love balance. Balance is so your jam."

Nothing.

"Can I get a hint? No? Is this purgatory?" Rosanna scorned back at them, "that's the deal? I have to sit here playing twenty questions with you people for the rest of my days but its actually really a billion questions and there is no right answer to begin with?"

The head honcho, Raphael, rose from his throne, and Ignatius' eyes darted to the floor. Rosanna felt a tremble of fear for the first time. Raphael asked her, simply, "if you were offered another chance with Lorenzo St John, if we offered to bring him back to life for you, would you take that offer?"

Phanuel's brow peaked and he stared Rosanna down.

"Are you serious?" Rosanna huffed out.

"Deadly," Ignatius said.

"Of course I would take it."

"Precisely," Ignatius said.

Rosanna turned indignantly, searched for his gaze, and clarified, "wait, that's the wrong answer?!"

"He found Peace, Rosanna," Ignatius explained, "there is no magic loophole to rip someone out of their Heaven, and drag them back down to Earth. You never found one in all the years you searched. There are certainties in this world. That is one of them. And the fact that you would still do so, even knowing all you know now, speaks volumes of your own journey towards Peace."

"So, I'm selfish, for wanting him back? For feeling cheated?" Rosanna asked, with tears lining her eyes.

"For being too scared to join him," Jophiel stated.

"Okay, fine, I'll get over it." Rosanna said, tightly, "I'll go."

"No. You have unfinished business on Earth," Phanuel stated, "that is our Final Judgement."

"What?" Rosanna whined.

Ignatius shrugged back at her, and said, "sorry, kid."

The Council descended from their thrones, and Rosanna staggered back, stunned by the sheer stature of the beings. Raphael took a handful of dust from a pocket in his robes, and scattered it across the centre of the hall. Right before their very eyes the crisp tiles darkened and a starry night emerged from beneath.

"Neat trick." Rosanna muttered.

Raphael explained, gesturing to a specific cluster of stars, "this constellation tracks the course of the Original Family. This is the point where you broke the continuum."

Rosanna snorted, "sorry, I did what now? Dude, cut me some slack, I died."

"Elijah, at this point, overcome with grief and shame, will take on the entirety of The Hollow's essence and kill himself." Jophiel explained, "There will not be another chance to take down Klaus Mikaelson for centuries."

Rosanna's level of sass dipped. It tracked that Elijah would take on the role of martyr, but it didn't make it any easier to hear. She said, "I sort of hoped he'd stay in Amnesia-land. What about the others? Who's this?"

"Freya extends her life with magic as far as she possibly can and she eventually dies of old age. But it is the Original Vampires we concern ourselves with. Kol will outlive Davina, and then return to his old ways." Phanuel said.

"And Rebekah?"

"She and Marcel are still on track to become human." Ignatius read the stars.

"That's kind of sweet." Rosanna said.

"Two out of four is not enough."

"But it is better than nothing. Maybe next time, Iggy."

"We had none of them, before you. Naught but centuries of failure." Ignatius retorted.

"Well, maybe you should try playing your little game on an easier level." Rosanna sighed.

Raphael interrupted the spat, and declared, "you broke Elijah's blind devotion to his brother. You brought unconditional love to cold, cruel Klaus. You inspired Rebekah to choose her soulmate, and you led Kol down the path to Davina."

Rosanna smirked a little, taken aback by his stark certainty, and said, "I don't think any of that was me...unless it's worth a free ticket to Peace-land? They seem so hard to come by."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Destroy the Original Family, Phoenix. Only then will you know Peace."