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Where's your Knight?

He's dead.

This is not the first time a Brother in your company has fallen into misfortune, is it? I fear you lied then. Just as you lie now.

You need to go home, miss. Vault dwellers are an endangered species here. You come from a world of rules, of laws. This place is indifferent to all of that. I do not think you would be willing to do what it takes to survive up here.

Do you know what time it is?

What?

Time to die.

I always knew death would wear a familiar face... but not yours.

Why did you come?

I came here to kill you.

And I thought you came here to die.

Well, it's all a matter of perspective.

I read your obituary of me.

And?

Appalling.

Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. I did call you 'an exemplar of British fortitude'.

That bit was all right.

Everything he touches withers and dies.

I don't think the dead care about vengeance.

Do you know I used to look in the papers every day for your obituary.

Well, I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.

Do you expect me to talk?

No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

If Soldier Boy goes through with this, thousands will die. Help us stop him.

This ain't a bloody kinder care we're on about, son. It's Vought fucking Tower.

Becca worked in the Tower.

You shut your fucking cake hole, Frenchie.

No. No! No, my cake hole will remain open! You will never command me again. I am done with your cruelty! I deserve respect!

You die twice. Once when you stop breathing, and again when somebody utters your name for the last time.

Madame, please. If I may? Besides you, no one wanted him dead more than me, but I am begging you for his life.

I have no choice.

It won't help you. All you'd be doing is ending his torment. You cannot punish him as much as he punishes himself. Trust me.

Why hasn't he called?

Who cares?

He could be dead.

No, he's too much of an asshole to die.

You have a death wish or are you a glutton for punishment?

Yeah. A bit of both, I suppose.