The scene opens in a ruined home in Anestheria. A broken hourglass sits beside Gemini, its sand spilled across the table.

“Time is supposed to mean something. It’s supposed to move forward, to change things. But what happens when time stops? When no matter how much pain you endure, no matter how deep the wounds go, you just keep getting back up? That’s your curse, isn’t it, Drewitt? To never stop. To never die. To never end.”

She picks up the hourglass, tilting it in her hand, letting the last grains of sand slip through her fingers.

“I should’ve been there with you. We were Horsemen of Apokalypsis. We rode together. We burned together. But when The Door closed, you were the one left behind. You, John, Grimskull—trapped in whatever hell waited on the other side. And me? I was spared. Not because I deserved to be. Not because I was strong enough to escape. But because Muerte made the choice for me.”

Her grip tightens around the hourglass, the glass straining under the pressure.

“And now, you want to burn it all down. To rip this world apart just to reach the ones who left you behind. And Drewitt? I get it. I understand the rage, the betrayal, the need to tear open the sky just to scream at the gods who abandoned you. But tell me… what happens when you do? What happens when there’s nothing left but ash and ruin? What happens when you finally stand in front of them—John, Grimskull—after tearing the world apart to get there? Do you think they’ll be proud of you? Do you think they’ll even recognize what you’ve become?”

She sets the hourglass down, a small crack now running through its glass.

“You think you’re unstoppable because you can’t die. But immortality isn’t strength, Drewitt. It’s a prison. You can keep getting back up, but that doesn’t mean you’re winning. It just means you get to suffer longer. Every cut, every bone that breaks, every moment where you should be gone but aren’t—it’s just another reminder that you’ll never be free.”

Gemini steps forward.

“I don’t want to fight you, Drewitt. But I will. Not because I hate you, not because I need to stop you, but because I refuse to let you lose yourself in your own curse. You’re not the first person to want to destroy everything, and you won’t be the last. But when the dust settles, I’ll still be standing, and you’ll still be trapped in the same endless loop, healing, rising, fighting, over and over again, never finding what you’re looking for.”

She reaches for her camera.

“So go ahead. Get back up. Keep coming. Keep chasing the ghosts of the past like they’ll somehow fix what’s broken inside you. But know this, Drewitt—no matter how many times you stand, I’ll knock you right back down. Not to stop you. Not to punish you. But because someone has to remind you that just because you can’t die, doesn’t mean you’re living.”

Click.

“Take a picture, Drewitt. It’ll last longer than the war you’re trying to fight.”