Sesters…
Do not mourn.
Today is a day to celebrate.
Our sacred task is complete.
The Foundling may finally rest.
Genessa Prime
You deceived us.
Don’t be childish.
His fate was set. Same as ours.
You used us.
You… you killed him.
Enough.
You’ve kept us waiting, sester.
Come.
Let us honor the Foundling.
He made a sacrifice.
For us. For you.
For the war to come.
I have seen what lies ahead.
Please, will you not join me willingly?
What choice do I have?
If you cannot agree to this…
Then you will be made to see the error of your ways.
And what if I will differently?
Or you will be unmade.
This is my promise.
This is our fate.
We… failed him.
We did our part.
You knew he would die...
Didn’t you?
I told you not to get so attached.
Now take your place, Sester.
What are you waiting for?
Strike me.
Come.
It’s your future versus mine.
What do you think you’re doing?
There is no you without me.
We’ve all gone astray.
I thought I could save the Foundling.
But I was wrong.
And I was certain… I could change you…
… remake you.
There’s only one way to end this.
… the censer.
What will you do with me?
You need us.
But we need you… your certainty.
Your faith.
For whatever the future holds.
I was the first to sip from the Twiceborn’s cup.
I am… infinity.
You can't kill me.
Go ahead, sester.
Test fate.
What have you done, sester?
I do as fate requires.
Unlike you.
And if I have my own future?
There is but one future.
One vision. One truth.
And it is mine.
What… why spare me?
Look at me.
I… I’ve gone astray… somehow.
He’s getting better.
And that’s the problem.
I won’t let him die.
He must…
If he’s to fulfill his purpose.
This is bigger than you or I or him.
I won’t do it.
I love him.
I know.
That’s why I have to do this.