No… I’m better now.
I promise.
Tiel
Well… maybe… It's just water.
Maybe she wanted me to have this?
A farewell present?
She’s gone…. Isn’t she?
It’s just you and me now.
Ah… old friend.
You’re all I need.
Genessa?
Where are you?
Genessa? Are you out there?
… I need you.
… Genessa?
Where are you?
You seek salvation?
Yes, Oblate. My flesh is weak, ravaged by disease.
And what of your spirit?
Come.
I…
I have sinned greatly, Oblate. Lying, stealing, even murder.
Worse yet, you are shackled by pity and shame.
A terrible sickness.
(strains painfully)
I want no part in this…
This cult of suffering. This madness.
It’s worse than any malady.
See. You don't control me.
I’m destroying it.
The Tar, the booze… everything.
Before it’s too late.
That’s it. I’m done.
(grunts)
That’s it…
I’m finally free of this filth.
You’re not real.
None of this is real.
You’re just a Tar vision.
You’re not real.
You’re just a Tar vision.
There you are.
Locked.
Shit.
(sigh) Empty.