I c-can't believe...a bunch of...losers...killed me! (Shadows ensconce the PCD. Yet, through them, there are glimpses of black gloves and a black coat.) Axel, th-this is - (The woman grits her teeth and tilts her head back. The color of her hair is striking - it, more than anything, shines through the darkness.) I blame you! You betrayed us!
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