Rosette… I came back for you. It took me so long, and I'm sorry. You didn't die alone. At least I was there for you. I was always there for you. I still am. I know you'd hate that I am, but I would hate it if I wasn't. I can't let myself get past the end of the world.
You and Magdalene… I swear I will never let you two die. This is the only way – the only reason – that I live on. Never forgetting you.
Rosette – Satella came back. She and Fiole – no, Florette – and Sheda, they've come back. I've seen them. So they will help me remember you, and you will stay with us.
But Magdalene… I'm scared that if I die, like I know I will, that you really would be dead to this world. And you don't deserve that. You deserve for your name to be carved in history, not in the way that it already is, but in the way that's true to my memories. They shouldn't forget Mary Magdalene, one of the two women who saved the world, saved the world so many times
And that's why I live on. You made it to twenty-four, Rosette, waiting for me. I'm… I don't know how old I am now, but it's been seventy-eight years since I last saw you. Seventy-eight years without anyone. But my life goes on. I refuse to be connected to anyone else any more. I don't think you'd like that, but I make my choices. No, I don't think, I know that you would detest what I'm doing to myself.
So many times over the last seventy years I've imagined you coming out of the darkness. Hitting me on the head and telling me to stop moping, to remember that there are people who care about me, to keep moving with life.
It's the opposite, you and me, I think. You rushed through life and when I was beside you I rushed too. But now I don't think I'm even walking, and I hope to God you can't see me now.
If you could see me now – I wouldn't meet your eyes. I'm living a life I'm ashamed of, and you too, Magdalene. You might understand better than Rosette would, but you would understand, too, how important it is for me to move on.
But I don't want to face the two of you, not the way you are now. To me, you're still the smiling, faithful woman who held the Sinners together, in a time we thought would last forever, and the Rosette who dragged me along in her wake, and the Rosette that I danced with, that time at the festival when we stepped on each other's feet...
Life's a struggle. I'm like I was when we first met – hornless, hopeless, and empty. And I hate myself for thinking the way I am right now. I'm trapped in a deep, dark pit, and I can't get out of without you.