She will not look at you.

She will not look at you.

"He... gave me his headphones."

Ramses' body lies at the end of her gaze. She does not look away.

"Are you alright?"

"No... Hersh."

"You did this, didn't you?"

Rhetorical question. You're the only one standing, of course it was you.

"I... need some time."

She turns away from you.

"He sacrificed himself for you. It's what friends do."

"But not you."

"I wish he hadn't."

"Yeah... Me too."

Karolina lies still, a doll of herself.

Karolina's body, wide-eyed and huddled into her overlarge raincoat.

The one that looks just like yours.

Close her eyes.

You touch your fingers to her eyelids and try to coax them down. Her muscles resist. She stares.

There's nothing left of her.

"I'm sorry, K."

She shows no sign of having heard you. A strand of hair rises and falls over her lips as she breathes.

There's something in her hand.

Look at what she's holding.

Her hands are warm and unresisting. You part her fingers to find a human figure in a familiar shade of orange. The cosmonaut figurine.

Trying to displace herself again.

"We're almost back to the city."

"Wow..."

She nudges a chunk of person with her foot, curiously unfazed.

"Thanks for the save, K."

"Yeah... no problem, Hersh."

She smiles. Huntress.

She winces and grabs her side.

"Tagged me too."

"Right... But, yeah. Looks like most of the blood isn't coming from you."

It's KALEIDOSCOPE's.

She points at the dead goon beside her with a quick jerk of her pistol.

"She thought she'd killed me."

"She was wrong."

"And where's that other one?"

Excitement sliding into her voice. This gorefest is a painting of her own personal revenge.

Her eyes find the shredded corpse of the man who tortured her, still smoking slightly in the wreckage.

"Bye." She laughs.

"You can shoot him again if you like."

"It's fine. He's dead enough." Another wince.

She shivers, smiles. Trying to dispel an unwanted thought.

"I think I'm just gonna... watch the clouds for a bit. Gather my thoughts. I'm okay, promise."

She exhales and turns to the sky.

"Your gadget-thing worked. I saw his veins all messed up."

"Yeah. I knew it would." Another wince.

"Are you alright?"

Alternative wording

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, it's alright. Just... my leg." Another wince.

Her eyes find the bloody corpse of the man who tortured her.

"And she was going to kill you."

"You can shoot her again if you like."

"It's fine. She's dead enough." Another wince.

"Are you alright?"

Alternative wording

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"But she didn't, because you came through for me."

"Aha, yeah. I did. That feels... pretty good. But..." Another wince.

"You reanimated yourself. Avenged your own death." (Nod approvingly.)

It's Yana's.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Well, I think... the pain's catching up to me a little now."

Her mind's catching up to her, too. Adrenaline wearing off.

"Come on. You'll be fine."

"How's it feel, killer?"

"You know... pretty good."

A slightly weightless tone in her voice. Gravity suspended.

"Not all of us."

"No... not all of us. I'm sorry."