[did she win? it was so long ago she can't really remember. he's also just... dropped something about having an eye on his hand. he can't be human either anymore, can he? but that means that she's right at home. a pair of inhuman monsters, different this time than in October. never again unheavenly creatures—that distinction is reserved for her and May, should she ever come back to the app—but something more. something better.]

We'll be fine. I don't remember if I won every fight I ever picked, but I know we're going to win this one.

[she stares ahead, and the hand she extended to stop Al reaches out for his hand instead. her head turns, and she's certain. in her stance, in her words.]

Let's tear this place apart.