The Culling

Vale: It is time. Callum: I am ready. Vale: You cannot return from this. Callum: Yeah. That was the deal. Vale: And you go forth with no regrets? Callum: We have riled the foolish and set the trap. If my end is the means by which we can ensure a generation of those whom the shadows would corrupt are removed from the playing field, then my end is welcome. Vale: Braver words have never been spoken. Callum: And Paola? Vale: Your Ghost understands as well as you. She is safe now, with Bane, given a new shell and… sad… but aware of what is at stake. Callum: Whose Ghost was this? Vale: Unknown. A dead thing wrapped in your familiar's carcass. Simply play your part, stab the thing, and when you are gone, I will plant the audio to set you as the martyr and myself as the villain. Callum: And what if they discover Malphur and Orsa are one and the same? Vale: They will not. Callum: Then onward, right? Vale: Ever. Callum: It's been an honor. Vale: The honor is now, has ever been, and will always be… mine. Callum: Too kind. Go well, friend. Vale: I will, brother. RTL.