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A Laterano where everyone shares the halo will truly become one and whole. We'll be able to solve the unimaginable calamity that threatens all of Terra.

It'll also solve all the other problems we've been having, including...

Anyway, I think that's enough sharing for now.

<i>Deo gratias!</i> Thank God that's over.

Hearing all that garbage from you again is making me sick to my stomach.

Go on in, Pag.

And if I say no?

I don't want that light show you've got on your head. And I've got no interest in studying your honorable motives.

Paganini levels his gun at the gun-knight.

Just give it a minute.

What do you mean?

You're a genius gunsmith, Pag, but you're a Liberi.

You can't use the guns you make. They're just your calling cards.

If you're really that furious with me, give it until the ceremony, then you can put a bullet in me.

Once you have a halo, you'll be able to use it—

Paganini smashes the gun against the knight's armor. Pieces fly in all directions, and the broken gun stock makes a dull thud as it hits the ground in the distance, echoing throughout the corridor.

Go on in, Pag.

Legatus Mostima. 'Overseer' Fiammetta.

Your contribution to Laterano is much appreciated. Now, kindly come this way...

To the nurseries already filled to the brim?

The ceremony is about to begin. The Matriarch will first enlighten the Liberi who have lived in Laterano for many years. Then, the broken halos and wings of the fallen angels will be repaired.

Quickly now. I will lead the way...

Heh.