Roxy whips around to face the speaker. With an effort, (Vriska) lifts her head and blinks away the cobalt coating her eyes.

Jane stands at the far end of the hall, oversized war spork in hand. She's wearing a tailored pantsuit that flatters her buxom figure. She looks supremely ticked off.

Despite everything, (Vriska) can't help but stare at her chest for a good ten seconds before thinking better of it.

Jane strides down the hall and addresses Roxy. "What are you doing with this… this troll?" She spits out the final word as though it was a vulgarity.

"she needs healnig so im takin her 2 geddit" replies Roxy, her voice neutral.

"Why, perchance, is she so badly wounded? And why would she come here of all places for assistance?"

"she got hurt here by me. she wnsted 2 kkll u bt shes not gonna"

"Oh? So this troll is here on a suicide mission? Who does she think she is?"

(Vriska) is fed up with Jane and Roxy talking over her. "My n8me is (Vriska Serket)," she manages. "Don't tell me you don't know who I 8m."

Jane stops ten feet away from the pair and smiles at (Vriska). Her gaze has a peculiar, unsettling gleam in it, making her kindly countenance all the more off-putting. "Ah, hello, (Vriska). It's been quite some time, hasn't it? My goodness, you look positively in a shambles. It's such a shame how far you must have fallen to end up like this. It makes me wonder, why on earth would you dream of trying to assassinate me?"

(Vriska) doesn't reply. She rests her weary head on Roxy's shoulder.

Jane's facade of compassion vanishes. "Answer me!" she snaps through clenched teeth.

(Vriska) smirks. She's resigned to her fate at this point, so she may as well be as defiant to the end. "Nice rack, 8atterwitch," she spits. Then she spits a gob of blood on the floor at Jane's feet.

Jane's knuckles turn white. "Why you obscene little…! Why are you still alive!" Her glare affixes itself to Roxy. "And why did you leave this insect alive?"

"cuz shes an old frned n she need s help" Roxy protectively pulls (Vriska) closer to her.

Jane's ill-disguised rage burns like ice. "She's the enemy! You should have killed her when you had the chance!"

"pls dont hurt her" Roxy pleads.

Jane grins wickedly. "I won't hurt her. At least, not right now." She knocks (Vriska) away from Roxy with the flat of her spoon, then levels it at Roxy. (Vriska) falls to the floor like a sack of wet cement.

"You, however, are a TRAITOR!" Jane strikes Roxy across the face with her spoon. She staggers backwards.

"jane stoppit"

"You let your mind be POISONED!" Jane whacks her in the shins. Roxy backpedals, stumbling over (Vriska's) supine form, and reaches for her katana.

"pls jane i dont wanna fite u either"

"YOU need to DIE!"

Jane kicks (Vriska) aside and thrusts with her fork. Roxy parries the blow. The two women freeze.

Roxy stares her down. "ur my best friend janey. im not gonna fight u"

Jane's face is fixed in a snarl, but it quavers for a moment. She almost lowers her fork, but leaves it in place.

Roxy takes another step backwards. She drops her katana. It clatters to the floor. She stretches her arms out to her friend. Her face is wrought with concern, along with a healthy dose of fear.

"pls dont hurt either of us, jane"

Jane hesitates. Then she lunges forward and runs Roxy through with her fork.

Roxy's hands shake as she looks down at the prongs in her ribcage. Her expression shifts from shock to horror to betrayal. Her voice is a distant, empty gurgle.

"jane... i thought… you still cared… about..."

Then her face goes blank.

An unseen clock tolls a heroic death.

Jane tears the fork out of Roxy's chest. Her body lands on top of (Vriska).

Jane's brows are set in a hard line, but her eyes are full of fear and her jaw trembles. She stands motionless, paralysed by what she did.

The only noise in the hall is the ticking of the clock.

(Vriska) summons up the strength to yell, "YOU JUST M8RDERED YO8R 8EST FRI8ND!" Then she doubles over in an agonising hacking fit.

Jane snarls. "YOU TWISTED HER MIND YOU MAGGOT!"

A surge of adrenaline fills (Vriska's) battered, bloodied body. She grabs her dice and tosses them. One last lucky roll should be all it takes.

The dice all land on 1s.

(Vriska) internally screams in fury. Just when she needed it most! A critical failure! Fork her! Fork these dice! Fork her horrible luck! Fork Jane! Fork this war! Fork the black hole! Fork this planet! Fork EVERYTHING!

She might as well die now. After all, that's what's about to happen. She closes her eyes and waits.

(Vriska) wonders where Terezi is right now. Is she still stuck aboard the rocketship with the peanut gallery? Is she battling Dirk? Is she okay? Does she need help? Will she ever know what happened to her?

(Vriska) silently mourns…

No. No, she doesn't mourn. Mourning is stupid. Losing is stupid.

Fork mourning. Fork losing. Fork this war. Fork Jane. Fork everything. Fork the dice.

"Scr8w you, l8ck," (Vriska) hisses. "I'll t8ke my 8wn."

She drags her legs out from beneath Roxy's corpse.

She's going to win.

(Vriska) crawls forward, pulling herself inch by excruciating inch.

She's going to avenge her descendant.

She closes her fingers around Roxy's katana.

She's going to end this war.

She pulls her cutlass towards her.

She's going to find Terezi.

She pulls her feet beneath her, clenching her teeth to avoid screaming.

She's going to live and fight and win for Terezi.

It's for her.

She's not done living quite yet.

The clock ticks.

(Vriska) suddenly remembers that she can fly. So she levitates off of the blood-slicked floor, a sword in each hand. She hovers limply a foot off the ground. She raises her head and locks eyes with Jane. Her eyes blaze with cold menace.

She's going to make her pay.

Jane's eye twitches. "Ill kill you. Ill resurrect you and Ill kill you again. You did this. You let Roxy die. Youll pay for this. Youre a no-good two-faced MURDEROUS MOTHERFORKER!" Letting loose a savage yell, she charges.

Adrenaline replaces every drop of blood still in (Vriska's) body. She grins wickedly and readies her weapons.

Jane stabs her in the gut.

Nothing fancy, just the leftmost prong running into the side of (Vriska's) abdomen. She wasn't quick enough. How could she have been? She rolled a natural 8.

She feels like she's been punched. On top of all her other injuries, the pain is adding up to something fierce.

But she's still got breath and blood left in her, enough for her to clutch the shaft of the trident and pull herself within katana's reach of Jane. She bites back a yell as the prong digs deeper into her intestines. The pain is so great, it's almost like it's no longer there.

(Vriska) slices off Jane's arm. She hollers and claps her hand over her stump of a shoulder, dropping her weapon. The spork drags itself out of (Vriska's) gut, pulled down by its own weight. She lets out a blood-curdling scream.

Then (Vriska) stabs Jane through the eye. Glass sprays across her face. Jane cowers, now clutching at her head, and wails. Healing cyan light dances between her fingers.

Before Jane can mend herself, (Vriska) grabs the spork and drives the spoon end up through her diaphragm and behind her ribcage. Jane lets out a strangled cry, then folds over like a puppet. (Vriska) drives the fork end into the floor and lets gravity finish the job.

An unseen clock tolls a just death.

(Vriska) loses control of her flight and falls to the floor. She just barely has the strength and presence of mind to send two text messages to two different people.

Then her eyes roll back in her head, and she succumbs to her wounds.

The clock continues to tick.

Kanaya: Rose I Need Your Urgent Attention

Rose: What's the matter?

Kanaya: It Concerns Our Daughter

Kanaya: And Her Ancestor

Rose: What did they break this time?

Kanaya: Vriska Is Lying Unconscious In The Infirmary As We Speak

Rose: WHAT?

Kanaya: She Has Sustained Serious Shrapnel-Related Injuries

Rose: Oh my God.

Rose: I'll be there in two minutes.

Kanaya: I Need You To Do Something Else For Me

Rose: What could possibly be more urgent than aiding our daughter?!

Kanaya: Vriska Is In A Stable Condition

Kanaya: Its (Vriska) About Whom I Am Worried

Rose: What happened to her?

Kanaya: She Worked Herself Up Into A Frenzy Over The Injury Of Her Descendant

Kanaya: She Flew Off To The Enemy Fleet To Exact Revenge

Kanaya: Her Intent Was To Kill Jane Personally

Rose: Oh no.

Kanaya: I Received A Text Message From (Vriska) Five Minutes Ago

Kanaya: It Read

Kanaya: "its done"

Kanaya: I Attempted To Message Her Back But There Was No Reply

Rose: So you want me to rescue her, if at all possible.

Kanaya: Yes Please

Rose: I'm on it.

Kanaya: Be Safe

Rose: I will.

Rose: Keep our girl alive, will you?

Kanaya: Of Course

Kanaya: Good Luck

Rose: See you soon.