Anna... remembers. She remembers something that she tried to fucking forget about one of the last few app users out there, and for some reason it's taking her off task again. Who could've guessed.

"God damn it. Matthews. You're going to make me work with Matthews?" She looks... kind of disgusted at herself. "He wants to make Vanderweele suffer. He wants to draw this shit out with magic that he doesn't know how to use or control yet. He wants to suck out Vanderweele's soul, which, like, fuckin' good luck," she adds quickly while she paces the room, "And make him, I don't know. Pay for everything he did to us. I fucking get it, but once we have Clarence, there's no goddamn point in dragging it out a second longer than we need him!"