"G-go," he says, eventually. "F-find them."

He should be more clear, more explicit, but he's very tired, and he realizes with a distant understanding that he is probably dying.

"Stop them," he says. "They're… ruining everything."

But, of course, everything is already ruined. None of this should be happening.

The first and greatest promise the Lady made was of her infallibility. Within the perfect boundaries of her design, he was safe. He was free. All things understood, necessary, and forgiven.

What is he now?



The two silent creatures stand there for a moment, as though unsure of what to do.