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Loughshinny is holding a small box in her arms. The dim night lights seem to make it harder than usual to see.

I couldn't save Culann. I...

This was the only way for him to rest in peace. So he'd no longer have to suffer from the flames in the square.

The nomad is silent for a long time, until she finds a stone on the ground.

She hurls it with all her strength towards the citadel.

But the darkness of the night swallows it up, and it fails to even make a sound.

It's already past curfew. Nemos, Brigid, let's just—

No...

No.

Nemos reaches out to the wooden box, as if trying to brush nonexistent dust off the lid.

She suddenly recalls being rejected by her own people a few days ago, and the superfluous words she heard then.

The wakemen do not stand with the living, nor do we require their reverence. Until, of course, they are dead.

<i>That</i> is the tradition Dublinn should be honoring.

Still, I'm grateful you were at least willing to give me this whistle... I'll be going now.

Wait, Nemos. You knew well that Samhain approaches and the wakemen would be lacking sacred instruments. Yet you still came.

Did the Dublinners force you to?

No, I came here of my own—

Nemos, you haven't changed one bit.

You wait, mediate, and reconcile... Are you also like this in Na Saoirsí? Do you also serve the Red Dragon like this?

I just... don't want to see a situation that could be improved deteriorate any further. Or people who could have cooperated fighting each other.

If conflict is inevitable, you will only ever sink deeper into the mire.

The city has tainted you with its darkness, Nemos.

So, The Leader—the Red Dragon—

Eblana will never give Na Saoirsí true life? Is that right, Loughshinny?

She said she couldn't. She... actually doesn't like to lie, unless there are other circumstances...

She's The Leader of Tara, the one and only Red Dragon, what could possibly be tying her hands?!

I...

What's wrong, Nemos? You seem... different...

I get it. I finally get it, Your Highness Loughshinny.

It seems that that fire can in fact infect the living.

Nemos?!

The people I once depended on turned out to be a swarm of selfish parasites.

The Leader I once believed in turned out to be an evil dragon who doesn't care if anyone else lives or dies.

The people I once put my life on the line to protect... became the reason my closest friend died.

I can't even imagine what they would have done to him if that wicked dragon hadn't lit him up with her flames.

Culann was right to ask what we would do once Samhain is over. What <i>should</i> I do?

Other than revenge, there's nothing left for me either.

As she utters these words, Loughshinny sees a flame ignite within the final Na Saoirsían left untainted by the purple fire.

Your Highness, will you regard me the same as the rest of the residents—a servant of Eblana?

No. This deadly disease... It has ultimately infected even the last person in the city.

If so, Your Highness, then I swear to you that I will aid you in this dance that's been forced on you. Until the very end...

Until the wicked dragon falls.

...I have heard your vow.

Now, I must leave the city for a while. Come with me, Nemos.

To the wakemen?

Mhm. I have no hope of curing the flame here, so I thought we should seek aid from anyone who might be able to help.

No, I can't go with you. I have no right to be there anymore.

I'll stay in the city. As long as the Red Dragon doesn't realize what's going on and tear me apart... I'll try my best to keep the situation from deteriorating.

Though, I'd appreciate it if you could return this whistle for me.

And... Culann too. Please give him a proper funeral.

A proper funeral requires eulogies from friends and family, so... I'll write one. Could you read it for me there?

...Alright.

Here. It's done.

I'll go with Reed. The Dark Woods aren't lettin' anyone in or out, but it should be smoother with us two.

No, Brigid. You should stay too. I need your help.

Reed?

I'll be fine by myself.

That works, but... Nemos, you're so different now.

...I guess this is what vengeance does to a person.