"Now ain't that mighty peculiar."

"Hmm?" Ruby made her way over, watching as the perplexed face of Alcove twisted more into a pondering expression.

"I ain't going senile, am I lass?" He questioned, pointing towards the docks. "All them ships, they're real, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are. Is that a problem?" She asked, looking out to the the ships docked ahead. It didn't seem all that strange, given this was a port and all, and yet for some reason the captain was wearing this... queer sort of face.

"For normal merchant boats stocking up, no, but those don't look like trade ships." He hummed lowly as his cane tapped away at the boards of the deck. "I'd say they look more like traveler boats to me."

"Appears that way."

Ruby followed his view, and seeing the logo on the side, she agreed that they were travel ships. The Veilroot logo displayed proudly on its flag, and yet all sails were lowered, and some of the ships were even grounded to apparently make room for others. Thinking about it now after noticing it, she could agree that it was a little strange; she'd never seen so many in one dock, well, a dock of this size anyway.

They weren't exactly in the largest of towns either, more so a smaller one just gracing the outskirts of the main kingdom, just like before when entering Halvali. The smaller 'stocking' towns provided temporary relief for the trip, and were generally sustained by how low, yet frequent, their business was. To see so many vessels docked was a little bit concerning, especially when none seemed ready to leave any time soon, but she wasn't quite so sure why he pointed out their status as travel ships, and so she decided to rectify that lack of understanding.

"Why does them being traveler boats matter so much?"

"Because, lass, ships such as them shouldn't need to stock up for long enough to accumulate this many of 'em at the same time. When they stop to resupply, they're usually done in a day. Most passengers wish for a swift trip, so spending more than a day in one place is almost always a sign that trouble's afoot."

"I see." She set her sights back out, and bit by bit their own ship pulled into place. It was here Ruby first spotted the crowds of people milling around below, and then the real confusion set into place. "Well then, seems like we might just get a front-row seat to the trouble."

"Aye." Alcove sighed, turning away. "I'll head on down and check with the harbormaster. He might have some insight into what's going on."

"I'll head on down with you as well." Ruby turned away, looking towards the small boy in the distance as he helped some of the other sailors with swabbing the deck. She felt a small smile tug at her lips as he did his best with the sponge he was given, alongside the other men who were untangling some of the rope used for the sails. "I think Pebble can benefit from a quick trip on land."

"Do as you please; we won't be leaving without ya, and I thinks my men might fancy a few days or so on dry land anyways." He smirked a little and leaned in to speak. "And between you and me, I think they could use a good bed warming or two, eh?"

Ruby fought back her smile and rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was suggesting. Granted, the men on board were rather well behaved, a testament to the captain's quality leadership she'd no doubt imagine, but she could see how some of them were getting a little bit... twitchy. One already tried his luck hitting on her a few nights ago, and while it was an innocent action on its own, she couldn't help but start spying the cracks in the crew's restraint. Now she couldn't see them to do anything drastic or evil, they were quite the gentlemen after all, but she wasn't all that up to turning them down over and over again.

Best they deal with their urges elsewhere, especially with young Pebble around; as influential as he was, he'd most likely become curious if they started speaking about certain topics.

As they came to a halt, Ruby and the captain stepped into the little lift positioned just over the port side, and after a quick call to Pebble, the trio were lowered down to the ground below, where they got a good look at just how chaotic the scene was. Ruby was almost instantly shoved the moment she stepped out, with the boy at her side clinging tightly to her left. She wrapped her arms around him, hoisting him up. Ruby wasn't about to risk either of them getting separated, not with this massive of a commotion anyhow.

"Rough waves today!" Alcove shouted over the noise, turning to Ruby, and ultimately having to shout just to be heard. "I'll get to the bottom of this soon, but try heading into the town; might not be as packed as here!"

"Got it!" She shouted back, and then the man was swept away in the endless tides of ruffled civilians bumbling about in a pseudo-panic. Why they were so worried was unknown to her, and she wasn't quite sure they were in the right mindset to offer a proper answer, but she wasn't about to stick around long enough to ask anyhow. With the captain looking into things, she was more concerned with getting out of this mess.

Shoving her way through the crowd, Ruby managed to pop out at the other end. Glancing back and seeing so many people huddled around, Ruby began to wonder why they'd supposedly pinned themselves to the docks. There was much more space dipping onto the main street, but the people she saw were almost glued in place. Many of them even looked anxious, as if they were waiting for something.

Ignoring these concerns for now, Ruby set Pebble back down, and the boy stretched out his arms. He certainly appreciated the breathing space, but his natural curiosity looked to kick in as well, and he offered her a curious eye. The best Ruby could do was shake her head, and he seemed to take it with a grain of salt. It wasn't like she was holding out on him, despite what he may have thought, she was honestly clueless too. Instead of dwelling on their lack of information, Ruby reached out her hand to him and quickly flicked her head towards the main path, or more specifically, a small eatery of some sort about halfway down the streets.

He relented, for now, and followed along.

Most of the houses that lined their sides were twisted; almost a perfect representation of the massive trees that made up Veilroot. From an outside view the kingdom might have appeared to only have one gigantic tree, and while it was true in a sense that there was a giant one twisted and encapsulating most of the cliffsides, there were also many other trees as well; they were merely ensnared and hidden under the much larger roots. You'd assume the presence of such large tendrils would make it impossible for other plants to grow, but shockingly, the massive 'Embracer' as the locals dubbed it, didn't completely drain the earth it grew over of all nutrients. In a sort of twist, it actually set its roots into those of the smaller foliage neighboring it, and pumped a portion of its own gathering into them.

This feeding of its 'children' or so they often wrote, had twisted many of them over time, and caused a good set of all nearby nature to turn a pasty ashen color as their natural hues left them. In reality it was a double edged sword; they'd be cared for by the Embracer for the rest of their natural lives, but would be robbed of their ability to engage in photosynthesis entirely. Essentially, if the connection they had with the tree was ever severed, they would simply die.

A mother hen of lethal proportion.

Ruby pulled Pebble close as they came upon the place, and past the open door she spied the lines of bread and brew. Whoever thought to combine a bakery with a brewery was either brilliant, or an idiot. Either way, the multiples of men lining the stools sloshed around, doing their upmost to maintain their balance. Ruby spied a few other women as well, most of which had seated themselves away from the tomfoolery ahead.

Perhaps coming here wasn't such a good idea after all.

"Well I'll be, Fancy catching you here, miss Scarlet."

Ruby recognised that voice, and twisting on the spot she spied the man sat diligently at the other end of the bar, off in the corner, and sided by two other heavily dressed women. His pristine plating appeared dull in contrast to the lavish mix of whites and reds wrapping the fanciful maidens at his sides.

"Lord Rose." She offered a respectful bow, prompting Pebble to mimic her. The man hummed a little, offering a minor smile.

"No need for 'Lord' here. You are but an acquaintance on these lands. Call me by my name, as I shall yours."

"Oh?" This was curious. "And for what reason? Last I checked, the lady was quite forward in regards to proper treatment of class."

"Yes... she was." He rolled his shoulders, reaching forth and signalling her approach. Ruby obliged, taking a place on the wooden chair at the other end of the little table, bringing Pebble up on her lap. The boy appeared enamored by the knight's equipment, but that focus soon drifted as the other women set their sights on the boy, making minor waves and such to pull his vision away.

"Am I to assume something has changed in that regard?" Ruby already knew the answer, but Thorn saw fit to answer anyways.

"She has... taken the loss of our son hard." He scrunched up his face, directing it downward and away from view. It was a hard topic for him, as it would be any parent. To lose a child was brutal, even when it was out of your control. You'd blame yourself regardless, thinking and questioning how maybe, just maybe, if you did something different, had you raised them or taught them something else, then maybe they might have survived. This cyclical drain was only exasperated by the unusual method of 'death' reported, because as far as he knew, his son vanished into thin air after a lethal stab, or so was seen.

The uncertainty of where the body went had most likely only exasperated the dread and doubts in both his, and his wife's minds.

"Yes..." Ruby spoke softly. "Vermillion's death was... hard, on all of us."

"Apparently so." Thorn threw out, eyeing the boy in her lap. "He yours, or are you working again?"

"Mine, although not of blood." She confirmed, Rubbing the cloaked boy's head, all the while sending light glares to the other two women; their blouses were far to 'boisterous' for her comfort, especially with such a young and impressionable boy around.

This was made worse when she pulled him just the fairest bit closer, and felt a tiny shift across his pants just below her arm. His eyes were curious, and apparently he was much more of an 'early bloomer' than she previously believed. He was growing up quickly, too quickly for her comfort, and so she made the internal decision to dedicate a bit more time towards him. It always felt a little disheartening to watch your child outgrow the need for you, and to see such a thing so soon had, once more, plucked the strands of thread binding her heart. Being able to experience the warmth of motherhood once again had been one of the few things to keep her sane over this final journey, and she didn't want to lose that sensation so soon.

She didn't want to give up the little boy in her arms, not like she had her first.

"Hmm." His face appeared to perk up a bit, and a soothing smile bloomed across the worm mask of empathy. "You never did let him go very often, did you?"

"Was it not my duty to see to the master's growth?" She posed, and he just shook his head with a rocky chuckle.

"You know that's not what I meant." He presented, and Ruby had to pause, mulling over her next choice of words. Eventually, after a minute she spoke.

"I..." She didn't need to speak on it, especially with the irony of it all, but even so she chose to, not because of any dedication or requirement, but because it hurt to hold it back for so long. "I had a child once before. He was small, frail, and so very quiet." Ruby breathed heavy, doing her best to steady her voice. "But I couldn't keep him. My... my duties forced me to let him go; I could never keep him." A small, absolutely miniscule chuckle of defeat wormed its way past her lips. "I never even got to see him open his eyes."

Thorn remained quiet, and the silence rested peacefully between them for a moment before his eyes grew pitiful, sharing in her emotion. He hummed, and then spoke again, albeit in a lower, more gentle voice.

"Anyone would wish to keep and care for their children, but it takes a phenomenal will to let them go for the greater good." His face was filled with sympathy, and while she didn't require it, Ruby was thankful for his concern. "I'm certain that wherever your son is now, he is doing well. If he's inherited any of your strengths, then I'm certain he'll be well."

Ruby cast her eyes down to Pebble once more, caressing his cloaked head once more, and noticed the fumes of darkness seeping from her fingers; invisible to all but her.

"I hope so, more than anything..."

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"Okay, so Roman..." Robyn spoke through gritted teeth, her irritation very quickly reaching its limits. "You're telling me you have no idea what the Dust happened back there?"

"For the seventeenth time, no!" Robyn wasn't alone in her less than flowery mood, as Roman seemed to match it to the exact degree. He sighed, took a deep breath, whipped out a cigar, and lit it. Taking a puff, he began yet again; much to his frustration. "Look, the kid worked with a business partner of mine once before, alright, that was the extent of our relationship."

"Really~" The shift in her tone gave off an unsettling edge, and she raised her hand towards him. He knew her semblance, and was more than prepared to play her game. "So you wouldn't mind proving it to me?"

Roman raised his hand, taking hers, and met her glare head on.

"I, Roman Torchwick, have not personally accompanied Vermillion on any missions. I have, at best, assigned him partners and provided information he required."

Their eyes remained locked for a moment, and then Robyn let go, pulling away with a barely restrained snarl.

"Fine." She paused a second to collect herself. Roman knew he won; her semblance was good, being the equivalent of a living lie detector. However it was limited to spoken word, so all it took was a bit of fedanglery to outplay the woman, and he was more than ready to weasel his way past her questions. Robyn however wasn't so amused "So there's nobody in this damn place who knows what the hell happened back there, or why he's fucking healing from those wounds."

Roman clapped his hands, a teasing smirk lining his face.

"Unless the newest gentlemen to grace our presence has any news..." He breathed in. "Then no."

Robyn once more did her best to ignore the half-baked jab from Roman, and instead directed her eyes to the man positioned against the wall to her right.

"And do you have anything useful to add?"

He just huffed, but nevertheless said what he wanted to say.

"No, but I recall Adam speaking of something similar."

"Oh ho ho!" Roman threw out cheerfully, crossing his arms with a grin. "Holding out on us, eh?"

"Ignore him." Robyn said, leveling her voice to be somewhat less accusatory. "What did he say?"

"And why should I tell you?" The man shot back quickly, causing Roman's smile to grow, and Robyn's annoyance to burn. "I don't know you, and I don't care for you. I'm here because the boy is here."

"Why?" Robyn threw out, reeling back her anger enough to speak clearly and with an obvious level of honest curiosity mixed in. "What's so special about him."

Saw paused a bit before pointing to his shoulder.

"You saw it, the mark on his pauldron?"

"Yes." Robyn said, losing some of her rage to the intrigue swiftly swallowing it up. "That was the old White Fang symbol, right, the one used before Sienna Khan took charge?"

"Yes, that one." He scoffed behind his mask. "Never figured a Human would even notice the change."

"Half of my team are Faunus." Robyn said, leaning back on her heel. "They always kept the rest of us up to stuff on recent events, as well as their shifting opinions and disappointment with the direction you took."

"We never cared about what anyone else thought." Saw let out, although it was much less curt than his previous response. "All we cared about was dealing out justice."

"By killing hundreds and thousands of innocent people?" Robyn crossed her arms as a bit of malice slipped in. "Not bothering to check how Faunus as a whole were seen afterwards?"

"People only ever respond to violence." Saw returned, running his hand across the massive saw-sword stood at his side. "Peace works by drawing on the pity of the ignorant and innocent, but it takes too long for those innocent to act or even respond. Chaos brings change a lot faster than peace, and who'd blame us for defending ourselves?"

"But you weren't, were you?" Robyn shot back, and surprisingly enough, Saw nodded.

"We wanted immediate results, immediate change. Many of the ones we recruited were desperate and full of hatred; the perfect candidates to unleash upon specified targets. They had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. To them, as well as most of us, it wasn't just the only option proven to work, but also the quickest and most effective."

"And because of it, most of the world grew to hate you." Robyn took a few steps closer, and Saw raised his head to meet her scolding eyes. "And the words of the bigots were given more consideration, more weight. It was easier for the hateful to blame Faunus as a whole, rather than accept the offshoot that was this new White Fang."

"The ignorant were cowards." Saw's tone never left its melancholic edge, not even when confronted. "Whether they loved or hated us didn't matter; they'd never do anything meaningful either way. Their words were only valuable to the people who preyed on their foolishness, so we decided to cut that connection. Either cut off the fuel source, or damage the engine."

"So it was a choice of killing the innocent people, the one's being used, or the ones in charge using them." Robyn pulled away as hatred mired her gaze. "So tell me, which one of those is more reasonable, more just?"

"You still don't understand do you?" Saw once again sighed, sounding dejected this time; the first real change in his voice. "It didn't matter who lived or died, all that mattered was the after effects. Killing the ones in charge was worthless, as they just replaced them in an instant, and everybody went on with their day, all but the fearful few higher up, who would then embolden their security. However, when we caused chaos in the streets, everyone was up in arms, not only fearful, but sporadic and loud. The Higher ups couldn't handle that many people most of the time, and would dedicate resources to doing damage control, subsequently cutting off the focus they had containing and shadowing their more illicit activities. Using this approach is what allowed us to so easily get a hold of their dirty little secrets, and locate their underground operations. We'd end up killing a few Faunus, yes, but Humans would also die, and when we liberated the Faunus slaves afterwards, there were always more saved than lost."

"So that's it?" Robyn was almost flabbergasted with what she was hearing. "It was all just a numbers game to you?"

"Yes, and no. Our targets were always directed towards Humans, but there were always a few Faunus around who got in the way."

"And what about those Humans?" Robyn stomped, her fists shaking at her sides. "Did you ever once think they might have actually cared about their fellow Faunus, that maybe, just maybe, they might have been friends with some of them?"

"A decent few don't exempt the multitude of guilty." He spoke, his tone returning to its near-dead state.

"And the guilty alone don't damn the innocent." Robyn returned, her voice on the cuffs of its final fuse.

"Also true." Saw agreed, leaning away from the wall and taking his sword. As he slipped it back into place on his back he turned to her. "Funnily enough, Menagerie isn't all that innocent either; it has it's own share of problems."

"Managerie?" Robyn crossed her arms. "And what's that got to do with anything? We were discussing the Fang's reasoning for their actions, or lack thereof."

Saw just chuckled, and that chuckle smoothed out into a mild laugh.

"Because that's when I learned the truth of it all; nobody, not even the Faunus, are free of sin." Robyn raised a brow, and Saw continued. "When Adam and I first escaped the mines, we'd heard that Menagerie was a safe-haven for Faunus of all sorts, and so we spent a good while stowing aboard ships and trains on our journey there. We were caught a few times, but we'd always been able to slip away and try again. Eventually we managed to get there, but once we arrived, well... things weren't so peachy."

"I would imagine." Roman butt in, both uninvited and unwanted by Robyn, who felt she didn't need any back up on this little argument of theirs. Roman threw in his two lien anyways, uncaring about his partners discontent. "Two guys with no money or reputation; Heck, you two probably just ended up on the streets, right?"

"Not quite." Saw corrected, easing up his voice into one of a more rustic condition; worn and lacking of energy or care. "We were just kids, and once we were spotted sleeping under a stall, we were taken by the few guards there to the orphanage, where they asked if we were runaways. The caretakers clarified that no, we weren't. With no parents or history to our names, they assigned us to that very same orphanage, and soon we learned of just how lacking in resources they were. The building was just barely standing, and was filled to the brim with other children like us; refugees."

"Ouch." Roman let out, wincing a little as he puffed his smoke. "Not the best of things surely."

"It was not." Saw sighed, leaning against the wall again as he started to drift off. "It was then we met her, the lady of the island, and wife of the chief: Kali Belladonna." His voice lost some of its remaining edge, now almost reminiscent of a peaceful dream. "She catered to us as best she could, bringing food and gifts whenever possible, but the island at the time was suffering through a rough patch, and the head of it, Ghira Belladonna, was actively out on the mainland pushing the White Fang forward. What Kali couldn't spare in money, she'd make herself." He chuckled a little. "That's why the symbol on our slumbering friend's equipment is so interesting; it's hand painted."

"I see." Robyn tossed out, with much less edge this time. "You're suggesting it was Kali herself who painted it."

"I'm certain; it's done so in her personalized style. The sharp edges and pillowy shade of white are a stark giveaway; only Kali would blend the white along the edges of gray." The ex-terrorist confirmed. "Not only that, but the stitching and level of minute details on the cloth and leatherwork suggests it was all her handiwork. She made that set of wear personally; just like she had to the rest of us when we were children." He chucked more light-heartedly this time. "Her clothes always carried this sort of sublime warmth; made you feel safe... and loved."

"Right..." Robyn restrained her voice, leaving the silent idea floating about, both carelessly and free. Saw then rolled his shoulders, and faced her behind that mask of his. She couldn't help but notice the sudden motion, nor the stiffening of his form.

"Adam told me how the blood looked to flow back into him." The ears of the pair were instantly perked, and both focused on the man as he continued. "He said V woke up afterwards, followed by a new ability."

"A new ability?" Her face contorted to match her lack of understanding. "What do you mean 'new ability'?" Slowly, her eyes began to harden. "Are you saying those things give him more power?"

"Not so much more power, but rather new ones." Saw's tone evened out as he recalled what was said. "Adam compared it to a list, and how V's interaction with the pillar added another skill to it. Apparently, his armor is one of those skills. You've seen it right? I recall it being broadcast during what Vale dubbed 'the breach'."

"I've seen it in person." Robyn said, gritting her teeth. "New powers... it's just like getting another semblance; if any of this is true anyway." She threw a shady glare. "How do we know you're not lying?"

"What do I gain from lying?" Saw challenged, his words having this sort of spice to them. "The White Fang I know may as well be dead, so there's no one to pass info to. Not only that, but whether V gets more powers from those things or not, doesn't change the fact that he gets them."

"I suppose." Robyn admitted, her scowl melting away with every word. "Plus, we don't know why the thing ripped him apart anyway. For all we know it was re-arranging his insides to alter his being; which would explain why he seemingly gains new abilities from those pillars. Of course, that's only if any of this is true."

"I guess we'll see, won't we?" Saw capped off, receiving a nod from Robyn.

This whole conversation drew a slight shiver from Roman.

"Creepy. Kid's like a walking freak show." He sighed, shaking his head and shrugging. "Then again, what else is new?"

"That's all I know." Saw crossed his arms, head dipped in thought. "I'm certain there was more to it, but that was all Adam told me. He mentioned something else interesting though, another one of the boy's powers. Apparently, V can feel the emotions of Grimm."

"Emotions?" Robyn squinted. "That's... impossible. The Grimm don't have emotions; they can't feel. At best, they can mimic the states and actions of other animals, when not hunting people that is."

"Not according to what Adam told me. They ran across some sort of... mad scientist, when on a mission together. The man was experimenting on Grimm, and had done something that upset them, V said as much to Adam. Whatever it did to them, V was able to feel it, to share in it. It made him feral, and from what I was told, it took Adam wearing him down enough to knock some sense into the guy."

There was a pause as the duo took it in, and Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling aloud.

"Great, now we get to add Grimm fueled spontaneous insanity to the mix... lovely."

Robyn ignored him and continued with her questions.

"Is that what allows him to control the Grimm? Does he manipulate those emotions to guide them, or is his control over them a different power entirely."

"I don't know." Saw threw back. "All I know is the kid's a walking timebomb for trouble. It might be an omen, or just some crazy series of coincidences, but wherever he goes, he always brings change, and most of the time it's not for the better."

Robyn held her tongue, her brow furrowing as she mulled it over. A troublemaker, potential spy, and maniac; what other nonsense was there to add to the list? Perhaps capturing him wasn't such a good idea after all, and now Robyn was debating on whether to just send him on his way and hope his 'trouble' could be hoisted on the upper sods of Atlas. She sighed, took a deep breath, and steadied the storm rippling through her mind. That wouldn't be fair, and it would make her initial capture of the man a waste of effort. Robyn wasn't such a fan of the closet she just opened, but she was never one to shy away from a challenge; it was why she fought so hard for Mantle to be heard.

"Trouble or no, he's a potential pawn of the general. Like it or not, we can't exactly just get rid of him."

"And I'm not suggesting you do." Saw stepped away from the wall, standing before the duo with a firm focus. "However, he clearly doesn't trust you either."

"Wow." Roman offered a small clap. "Master detective has figured it out."

Robyn dug her elbow in the man's side, and Roman winced, before grumbling silently again. Saw carried on anyway as if nothing happened.

"However, he does seem to listen to you; we can use that."

"We?" Robyn asked, and Saw elaborated further.

"Yes, we. I'm not a fan of aiding Humans, but V isn't likely to be all that cooperative if left alone. On a side note, he was also the last person to see Adam alive, and I want to press him on that; find out what really happened."

"You don't believe what him?" Robyn inquired, only for Saw to shoot down those ideas.

"I do, but I'm certain there was more to it than that; I could see it in his eyes."

"Yes..." Roman let out lowly. "His eyes... his creepy, soul-sucking eyes." An irritated mask settled across his mug. "Is there any part of the kid that isn't a waking nightmare?"

"Are you capable of anything other than whining?" Robyn spat, and Roman threw on a perky smile.

"I have card tricks."

"You're insufferable."

"The feeling's mutual." Roman finished, and Robyn sent her attention back to Saw.

"Back on the topic. If you're going to be working with us, you need to play by our rules. No killing, no robbery unless specified, and no bigotry; you don't have to like everyone, but you need to tolerate them. Think you can handle that?"

"As long as nobody gets in my way, I have no issues with those terms." Saw confirmed, and Robyn nodded, all the while Roman's head dropped in his hands.

"Terrorists siding with thieves; national lockdowns; energy shortages; civil unrest; anything else I should add to the list?"

Roman rose his head again, and saw he was being ignored by the two. He was about to give up and call it a day when he felt a familiar shift of being. He stepped away, seeing his other pull out a cigar and puff, all the while he and Neo watched. She was a welcome sight for sore eyes.

"Couldn't have come at a better time." He told, only to see the shorter holding up her scroll. "What have we here?"

Roman read through the message, and just like that his relief was cast into the wind.

Government espionage; knew I was forgetting something.

Author's note

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Oh boy, here we go again.

Not gonna lie, I had a bit of a sour spot during the editing phase of this chapter, so I apologise if anything reads weird. On a more positive note, we're getting into the thick of things again, and we've gotten to see Future Ruby once again. They've just arrived at Veilroot, and already things look strange.

But hey, we got to see Thorn in person for the first time, now all we need to know is what he's up to and we're golden.

Robyn, Roman, and Saw are an unlikely team-up, but given the state of Remnant, even the unlikely tends to be frequent. How they'll handle everything, and whether Roman will retain his sanity remains to be see; Neo's good though... at least, we think she is... she's just staring at us most of the time, so we assume she's feeling cool.

Anyway, that's all for this one, see you next time.