“THE BALLAD OF ÞRYMR I”
BACKSTAGE
“Why the cloak and dagger meeting, brother?” [Chambers says, again, checking behind him.] “What was so urgent?”
[Shadow looks extremely stern, his face almost frowning.]“I’ve received important word from God. He wants us to remove the warding from Volsungr and return it to Troy Solveig.”
[Chambers looks shocked.] “What? No!”“It isn’t a request,” [Shadow says, turning to walk away. Chambers grabs him by the arm, refusing to let him leave.] “We do as we’re commanded to by the Lord. If he wishes the hammer returned to Solveig, then that’s what we’ll do, and I’ll hear nothing more of it.”
“Are you going to follow those orders blindly Shadow? God isn’t here with us, on this planet, fighting this war. If we don’t retain possession of that hammer, Troy will use it to defeat us at Exodus.”
[The Fallen Angel whips his arm away from D’von grasp.]“You will follow his orders. I will follow his orders,” [he says monotonously.] “And you’ll remember just who we’re fighting for D’von. If God wants Solveig to have Volsungr back, then we’ll find another way to defeat him.”
[Shadow once again turns to walk away and once more, D’von Chambers tries to stop him.] [This time, Shadow reacts with a right hand, dropping him to the floor.] [Before Chambers can react, Shadow is reaching down, pulling him back up by the shirt to hit him again.]“You won’t disobey me, do you understand?”
[Another right.] [And Chambers is knocked unconscious.] [The Fallen Angel drops him, straightening himself out before walking away.] [Cut.]GALLOWS LYNCH VS. NATE WASHINGTON
SINGLES MATCH
“THE SONG WRITES ITSELF”
BACKSTAGE
“Your God’s lie to you, taking petals from your soul, destroying your flower until you’re old.”
[Newton doesn’t understand it; he can’t find the source of what’s clearly Zander Zane’s voice.]“You’re blinded by false prophets,” [the song continues.] “Blinded by lies, open your eyes.”
[Suddenly, The World Champion bellows in pain, falling to the floor.]“Blinded, blinded, blinded.”
[Another scream.]“Can’t you see?”
[The song finally ends abruptly, leaving poor Edward Newton writhing in agony on his knees on the floor.] [He opens his eyes.] [Scrambles for his glasses.]“What’s happening to me!?” [He panics.] “What’s going on!?”
[He fumbles for the bench, pulling himself to his feet, his arms spread out in front of him.]“I’m… blind.”
[He stutters and stammers.]“I… I c-can’t see.”
[Newton screams.] [Cut.]“CAN AND CANNOT”
BACKSTAGE
“Why?”
[The sound of the question bounces off the walls of the Tap Room, breaking the silence that deafened the backstage. We follow the sounds of the voices, slowly coming to rest in a locker room, Spero and Gameboy standing in the middle, the Gamer sneering ever so slightly as he speaks to his former partner.]“Why, Spero? I don’t know if I have to explain to you what the problem was. You’ve never died, have you? I have, and it’s terrifying. Everything seems to stop existing before that bright light hits. Do you understand how it feels to see that light, knowing that no one you called friend raised a finger to try and help you?”
[Spero is breathing through his teeth as he stares at Gameboy, fighting with a combination of guilt and anger as he collects his words, finally speaking.]“I don’t get it, how can you be mad at us? At me? I did what I could, we were all helpless to stop it. You have powers, we were all terrified for our lives! You can’t stand there and accuse me over what I can and cannot do, what I did and didn’t do!”
[Gameboy sneers once more, not even replying as he exits the room, Spero going to follow him when a hand reaches from the shadows and stops him. The culprit? Berengar. Spero looks at him, partially surprised.]“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to hear what I needed to hear, Spero. But, I believe I know what has become of Gameboy.”
[Spero looks at him, pausing and taking a breath to calm himself.]“What has become of him?”
[Berengar takes a seat on the bench and looks at his ally.]“What is dead, should stay dead, Spero. Coming back to life, be it through others powers or your own, is disorienting. When I was revived by your ring, I was not the same as I had been, I was angry and needed vengeance on something which I had no control over.”
“And now Gameboy’s going through the same?”
[Berengar nods.]“I can only assume. He’s looking for a fight, and now, all we can do is try and talk sense into him. Focus on what we can do, not what we cannot or could not do.”
[Spero takes a moment to absorb the words as Berengar spoke, the Void Knight rising to his feet and going to leave.]“Think on it, Spero. He’s volatile, choose your actions wisely.”
[Spero is silent, slowly nodding his head as we fade out.]ZANDER ZANE VS. THE GREAT BANDITO
SINGLES MATCH
“ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT”
BACKSTAGE
“Can I help you officers?”
[The first one aggressively grabs him, attempting to slam him against the wall. Nightstick instinctively shoves him away, backing off in surprise at the grapple.] [The other reaches for his weapon, drawing down on him.]“You’re under arrest!” [He bellows.] “Get down on the ground! GET DOWN NOW!”
[Nightstick immediately and slowly throws his hands into the air, dropping carefully to his knees as the cop he threw off approaches from behind, dragging his arms down into handcuffs.] [The first keeps his weapon pointed at him.]“What did I do?” [Nightstick demands to know.] “Why am I being arrested?”
“You’re being arrested on suspicion of sexual assault,” [The Officer behind him replies, dragging him back to his feet with his hands now cuffed behind his back.] “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. Do you understand?”
[Shell-shocked, Nightstick barely mumbles a response.]“Get this piece of shit out of here,” [suddenly and abruptly yells a voice.] [It’s Wolfgang – who came to gloat, no doubt.] [Nightstick looks towards him, enraged.]
“You!?”
[The Officers forcibly march him outside the building, dragging him away as he tries to turn and face Wolfgang, who appears now as one of the many passersby.]“Are you scared yet, cop?”
[Cut.]“MOTHER, MAY I?”
BACKSTAGE
“You’re late.” [Manson greets.] “Man walks around in the open, he expects a warm welcome.”
[The mocking of Manson brings a forearm to his throat, courtesy of Eli.]“Where is my mother?”
[Manson spits in his face.]“It don’t matter now, does it?” [He taunts.] “You already made your mind up. You ain’t even heard what I want.”
[Eli lets the spittle linger, his anger unsated.]“You want what they all want.” [He gestures all around.] “You seek to fracture the Forever Family and take them as your own.”
[Before Manson can retort, Forever continues.]“You’ve always been about the bandwagon, haven’t you? You followed Jack around like a puppy until he didn’t want to play with you anymore. Now you’re looking to the Riddler for inspiration, but all you’ll find there is defeat. Maybe one day you’ll be your own man.”
[The two men glower at each other for a moment before Manson breaks the silence.]“I’m fuckin’ hurt, Creed.” [He taunts.] “I don’t want the Forever Family fractured. I want all of ya…”
[Forever raises an eyebrow.]“…on your fucking knees.”
[Eli gets back up in Manson’s face.]“That’ll never happen.” [He begins.] “Bring my mother to Exodus. Or I will find her myself. And your followers won’t be the only bleeding men around here.”
[Forever releases Manson, and backs away. As he leaves, his Martyrs follow suit, leaving Manson and his people alone.] [The Nightmare is smiling.] [Is this what he wanted?]PERCY PRETTYBODY VS. EDWARD NEWTON
SINGLES MATCH
“THE POWER OF MUSIC”
RINGSIDE
“The power of music is fuckin’ amazing, isn’t it?” [He chuckles.] “Just imagine what I can do if just one song can blind you Edward?”
[Newton reaches out, but Zane moves away.]“Imagine what it could do for your streak at Exodus.”
[That infuriates the Champion who reaches out for him, failing miserably.] [Zander laughs, toying with him.]“I’m going to beat you at Exodus Newton and when I’m done, you’re gonna lose everything! There’s no streak, no title, no God that can save you from Zander Zane!”
[Suddenly and without warning, Edward pops up to his feet, swinging with a right hand that somehow clocks Zane upside the head. The Rockstar stumbles backwards, Edward lunging forward only to miss with another shot – Zander ducking under.] [That’s when Zane strikes.] [MIC DROP!] [Neckbreaker Stunner!] [The blinded World Champion has no idea what’s hit him! Zane pops back to his feet, snatching the World Championship off the canvas and raising it into the air.]“Welcome to the Zander Zane Experience, Champ.”
[He laughs.]“You should really buy a copy of my album and submit to Xochipilli. By the time this war ends, you’ll have no choice anyway.”
[Zane stands there with the World Championship in the air, grinning.] [How can Newton stop him?] [Cut.]“DECISIONS, DECISIONS”
BACKSTAGE
“What could it mean?” [wonders Edgar as he looks at the words.] “Did he know about Apollo or not?”
“What is it you speak of under your breath, Edgar?”
[The voice of Bruce Van Chan snaps Edgar Nevermore back to his current situation. He looks up to see Bruce Van Chan with a pleasant smile upon his face as his eyes rest upon the book. Bruce walks over to Edgar.]“You seemed awfully perplexed by what you’re looking at. May I see what it is you’ve written?”
[Edgar’s brow raises in curiosity as he shows the book to Bruce. The Real Freakin’ Deal looks the page over and over before looking at Edgar.]“I don’t understand, Edgar. Why were you so staring so intently at a blank page?”
[Edgar quickly pulls the book back to himself where the same three words are printed plainly across the top of the page. Yet Bruce claims to not see it.]“It’s like I said last week, old chap. I’m just having trouble collecting my thoughts.”
[Bruce looks at him carefully before flashing another warming smile. He reaches into a bag that he carries with him and pulls out something.]“Well I came here to let you know that I’ve been praying for you. God has assured me that you will be celebrated and rewarded for joining us on the side of good.”
“Good is a matter of perspective, wouldn’t you say?” [Edgar quips as Bruce doesn’t take the bait.]
“It wasn’t Apollo who saved the world on Judgement Day, Edgar.”
[Edgar Nevermore stares at Bruce whose smile doesn’t change… eerily.]“I leave you with this, Edgar.” [Bruce reveals the cross within his hand and hands it over to Edgar.] “Just take a knee and swear your fealty to Him, and you’ll be welcomed with open arms.”
[Edgar sets the cross beside him.]“Oh, Edgar? Even if you’re still feeling conflicted, just think about Nigel Royal. Think about the sacrifice he made and where he would be now.”
[Bruce leaves out of the room leaving Edgar’s mustache twitching in agitation. He looks beside him at the cross and sees another item seemingly appeared out of thin air.] [A lyre.] [A symbol of Apollo.] [Edgar Nevermore has a tough decision to make, what will he decide?!]GAMEBOY VS. EDGAR NEVERMORE
SINGLES MATCH
“THE CHALLENGE”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Are you sure about this Rain? With everything’s that happened lately, I don’t
[Rain doesn’t open his eyes for a brief moment, looking at Heath briefly before returning to meditation.]“Do not worry my friend. Everything will sort itself out. All we need to do is have a little faith.”
[The tapping foot turns into a cross face as he stares at his meditating partner. ]“You’re going to have to excuse me, but I’m not exactly one to just trust blind faith. It won’t let me die now, will it?”
“He’s right. Faith only can take you so far.”
[From the shadows steps Luther Creed, donned in his iconic getup. Redmond stands behind him, barely visible in the dim lighting. Heath nearly leaps up in surprise, fists curling in Rain opens his eyes, turning towards the newly arrived duo.]“Ah, there you are. Mike said you’d be here sooner or later.”
[Redmond looks to Luther, who remains“My past is history, my fuel to the future. If you’re trying to dig something up by bringing Mike up, it’s not gonna fly.”
[This aggression doesn’t seem to faze Rain in the slightest. He gives a smile then, friendly only on the surface.]“Then what brings you here to our humble abode?”
“You wanted to be allies right? Try and buddy up? You have to earn that. ”
[Redmond steps forward, speaking with a more controlled confidence than before.]“Take us on at Exodus. Men to men. No outside help, if you catch my drift.”
[With that, the two vanish back into the shadows, leaving a perplexed Heath Solman and an oddly calm Rain left in the wake of their coming.]“GOOD FORTUNES”
BACKSTAGE
“We need to have the element of surprise. If that Bandito so much as smells us coming…”
[He clicks his fingers as if to illustrate a point.]“Like a rat up a drain pipe. So, where do we stand?”
[Several of the men begin to stammer their replies, but their voices soon trail off when the presence of a beautiful woman distracts their attention. There’s just something about her. Perhaps it’s the blindfold she wears.]“The fuck? Y’all finding it that hard to focus? Are you lost snowflake?”
“Fortune favors the bold, they say.”
[Her voice is as smooth as silk, as stunning as her figure in her red dress.]“But they also say luck is blind. It begs the question… Are you feeling lucky Nate Washington?”
[Washington waves his hand and his cronies leave him, exiting the room without word. Washington smiles, laying on his best charm.]“Just who exactly are you? You seem to know so much about getting lucky.”
[The woman speaks again, her expression difficult to read.]“Two of your most trusted men appear back at your side without warning, having laid claim to your rival. Seems like your fortunes are changing, doesn’t it?”
” I still don’t got my ring back. So you tell me my luck has changed. I don’t believe you.”
[She tilts her head slightly to the side.]“It’s all a matter of… Perspective. Come forth Bandito.”
[At her word, The Great Bandito skulks into the room, a little like a child being brought to the principal’s office. Washington straightens up like a bolt.]“You gotta lotta nerve son. This bitch working for you?”
[She smiles at the retort, shaking her head.]“It’s more like, how do you say it in your business… An initiation?”
[The Great Bandito reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves the ring. He holds it out for Nate to see.]“This is what you’re so obsessed about getting back that you don’t see what’s happening in front of you. Here…”
[Bandito motions to toss the ring at Nate, but with his sleight of hand, palms the ring instead and all Nate catches is air. He smiles as he slips it back into his pocket.]“Next week. If you can get your head out of your ass, I’ll give you your ring back and we can see if our good fortunes are rewarded.”
[But it is the lady who speaks, standing up. She holds up the very ring Bandito had put safely away. Bandito pats his pockets down in surprise and horror that somebody had gotten one over on him.]“Next week, at Exodus, if you want fortune to smile on you then I had better see you two on the same page. If I do, then I, Fortuna, may take off this blindfold. Imagine what you could do with the good fortune of luck no longer being blind. What would you do if you knew that fortune itself was on your side?”
[She tosses the ring back to Bandito, not to Washington.]“And it will start with you returning this ring. That is your task, not mine.”
[With that, Fortuna disappears and both men are left to mull over her words.] [Cut.]WOLFGANG VS. DAVID MANSON
SINGLES MATCH
“GUN CONTROL”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Where the hell is Charlie Pryce!?”
[Muttering under his breath, Mysterion looks to a device on his wrist in the hopes of finding a signal…and sure enough, a red blinking dot indicates that his target is close by. He follows the signal, making his way toward the source…a man sitting at the bar, enjoying a sip of a fine beverage. Mysterion turns the man around, astonished to find that it is not Charlie Pryce…no, it is a mere civilian, shocked to be interrupted by someone of Mysterion’s presence. A card laying conspicuously on the counter beside the man grabs Mysterion’s attention, and he picks the card up to read it.]“Cheer up love, I’m only contributing to the importance of gun control in this country. I told you I’d drop it off somewhere safe, didn’t I? Only one place left to look, but are you willing to mess around with the law to grab it? CP”
[Mysterion crumples up the card, tossing it at the man sitting in front of him before turning away to leave. Moments after the Masked Conundrum has made his exit, the man he hassled grins with a glint of red in his eyes before turning back to his drink, humming to himself as he takes another sip.] [Cut.]THE OUTCASTS VS. REVOLUTION & REDWING
TRIOS MATCH
“SCALES OF JUSTICE”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“The scales of justice may appear to have failed you,” [she says, lowering her scales carefully to the floor.] “But I’m here to show you that they haven’t forsaken you.”
[Nightstick frowns.]“My name is Themis,” [she says softly.] “And I’m the lady of good counsel; the personification of divine order, fairness and law.”
“Then why am I here?” [Nightstick gruffly responds] “I’ve upheld the law. I may not have always followed the rules but I only broke them to protect the people who needed it. Wolfgang lied to get me here. He abused the system that swore to protect me.”
[She clutches the bars, shaking her head.]“He did but I’ve seen your future and it doesn’t reside within these constraints. I’m not here to debate Wolfgang.”
[His eyebrow raises.] “Then what do you need from me?”“With my sword, I cut fact from fiction, Nightstick; but I can only do this if you swear fealty to me. There is a war on the horizon and we must assemble soldiers to battle for our existence. You’re an officer of law, one who swore to uphold the divine sanctity of order.”
[He nods.]“I am order.” [She says confidently.] “I am the scales of justice.”
[Nightstick takes a deep breath.]“And I need you to be my sword.”
[Themis points her sword through the bars, willing Nightstick to touch it.] [Will he?] [Cut.]DANVERS & ARTHUR VS. SPERO & BERENGAR
TAG TEAM MATCH
“LEASHED”
RINGSIDE
“What hast thou done?”
[Danvers gulps.] “You gave me no choice, my liege.” [SMACK! King Arthur drives his fist into Danvers’ face!] “Remove this leash from my neck, Danvers.” [Danvers closes his eyes and exhales. A wicked smile slowly blazes a trail across his face. He opens his eyes and snarls.]“No.”
[Arthur sends his fist into Danvers’ stomach, and Danvers doubles over and falls to his knees. He steps as far away from Danvers as the dog collar will allow. He charges Danvers…] [KING’S CROSSING!]“Take it off!” [Arthur screams as Danvers drops to the mat like a sack of bricks. Arthur punches Danvers in the jaw with a hard right. Again! Again!] “Take it off, Isaac.”
[Danvers cackles.] “I would never!” [Arthur roars. He slides out of the ring and YANKS the chain that attaches him to Danvers, causing Danvers to slide across the mat and land in a heap to the outside.] [Arthur grabs Danvers and drags him over to the steel stairs.] “Remove it, Danvers. Remove it, or may God help you.” [Danvers groggily stares up at Arthur. His smile, as wry as ever, never leaves his face.] “When has God ever helped anyone?” [CLANK! The Lich King slams Danvers face into the steel steps!] [Again!] [Again!] [Again!] [Over, and over, and over, Danvers’ face collides with the steel steps. And in the middle of it all, with blood flying from every orifice on his face…] [Isaac Danvers starts laughing.] [In fact, his laughter increases with each and every collision.] [Again! Again! Again!] [Finally, over his own laughter Isaac screams out.] “I can’t!”“Thou can!” [Arthur replies, slamming Isaac’s face into the steps one last time.] “Thou will!”
“No.” [Danvers says, who falls onto his back, smiling ear to ear as blood coats his face like fresh paint.] “I really can’t, my liege.”
[Arthur, speechless, looks down at the Plague Doctor, who shakes his head.] “I’ve been trying to tell you that we are in this together.” [Danvers spits some blood from his mouth.] “I’ve been trying to tell you that you and I are attached together for what is to come.” [Arthur growls, grabbing at his crown in frustration.] “Nonsense pours from thine own mouth just as thine own blood does.” [Danvers shakes his head once more.] “My liege. My sweet, stubborn old liege. You simply cannot understand everything at play. But don’t worry, Lord. No, don’t you worry. I’m a good dog, and I will be by your side as we see this through.” [Utterly vexed, Arthur roars bitterly and kicks the steel stairs, now smeared with Danvers’ blood.] [Danvers continues.] “You and I, my liege. You and I will have a dog collar match at Exodus. And after I’ve shown you just how good of a dog I am, you will find out everything.”“Why wait?” Arthur asks. “Tell me now, if it is truly of any concern, or curseth thine wicked mouth!”
[Danvers grins a bloody smile and sticks his tongue out, panting.] “I’m a dog, my liege. I bark. I howl. I don’t tell.” [Arthur groans.] [Danvers chuckles.] [Cut.]“ONE OR MANY?”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“Welcome!”
[Redwing whirls around to see that Jigsaw now stands before him, having walked out of the shadowy part of the building.]“I’m here for those innocent people you’ve held hostage for three weeks.” [Redwing states, heading for Jigsaw.] [But just as last week, Jigsaw holds up his cylinder, halting Redwing.]
“You’ll get your chance, hero. But before you play my game, you need to know the rules.”
[The overhead lights suddenly come on.] [Behind Jigsaw are the ten hostages. On one side there are nine of them, huddled and restrained. On the other side is the injured man from last week, his abrasions barely treated. Redwing eyes them all, realization dawning.]“You want me to choose?” [He states.]
“I told you this was about choosing life or death.” [Jigsaw taunts.] “On one side, you have nine lives. So much potential there. The masses. Each one balancing out the other, making the world go around by holding up others in their weakness with their strength. But any of them could be a future murderer, couldn’t they? On the other side is one man. He made a choice, and pays for it. He already suffers for his sins, and will likely die even if you save him? What will you choose? Life for the one? Or life for many?”
[Redwing can’t even respond before Jigsaw finally presses the button on his device.]“Choose.”
[WHOOSH!] [Fire erupts throughout the building, encircling both the man and the group. Dashing forward, Redwing penetrates the flame.] [Cut.]MYSTERION VS. ELI FOREVER
SINGLES MATCH
“THE BALLAD OF ÞRYMR II”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“I can’t let you do it,” [D’von argues.] “Some orders have to be disobeyed. You shouldn’t have been banished from heaven but on orders, someone did that. How did you feel? We can’t do this Shadow!”
[The Fallen Angel rises, unsure of what to say, looking heavily perplexed.]“What do you mean?” [he begs the question.] “Orders shan’t be disobeyed. We do as God commands, I thought you understood this?”
[Chambers gets back to his feet.]“Within reason,” [he retorts breathlessly.] “Within reason, Shadow. Some things aren’t worth losing and this is one of them. I won’t let you do it. I won’t.”
[The Preacher storms forward!]SHADOW VS. D’VON CHAMBERS
SINGLES MATCH
“THE FINAL BALLAD OF ÞRYMR”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“It’s good to see you again D’von,” [Solveig arrogantly bellows, rapturously laughing as he does.] “And I want to thank you for leading me here.”
“It was you?” [Chambers says through gritted teeth.] “You son of a bitch!”
[Troy stands proudly, a white smile on his face.]“I needed to find what you stole from me and what better way than to pretend to be your ally? Look at the carnage I’ve caused; you’ve beaten ten shades of black and blue out of each other.”
[D’von and Shadow get back to their feet, realizing they’ve been duped.] [They both rush towards Solveig. The Viking swings his hammer fierce and fast, catching Shadow so hard in the ribs that he flies across the room, slamming into a concrete pillar. Chambers meanwhile makes contact with a right hand, slamming Troy backwards.] [Troy though doesn’t hesitate, using his hammer to sweep the legs of Chambers and take him to the floor.] [He stands over him, hammer in hand.]“Do you know how many people I’ve killed with Volsungr?” [Solveig growls.] “Hel, do you know how many people I’ve killed?”
[Chambers struggles as Solveig slams his boot down on his chest, keeping him on the floor.]“And do you how many in recent weeks have returned from the dead?”
[D’von shakes his head.]“How many lives do you think you have?”
[The Preacher gulps.] [Solveig raises the hammer.]“Let’s find out.”
[Cut.]“THE HERO”
SOMEWHERE ELSE
“I choose to save them all!” [Redwing roars as he rushes past Jigsaw.] [Back in the flames, the Caped Crusader rushes in to find the injured man unconscious. He throws him over his shoulder, and rushes out of the fire.] [The triumphant Red Knight stands in open air, the last hostage over his shoulder as Jigsaw looks on.]
“I’ve won your game, Jigsaw.” [Redwing yells.] “Heroes do what it takes to save everyone.”
[Jigsaw laughs in response.]“That’s your problem, Redwing.” [He taunts.] “You’re too much of a hero. I told you one of the many would be a murderer!”
[Redwing looks towards the confused group of nine as sirens fill the air. He looks back at Jigsaw, who has turned to run.] [Meanwhile, one of the hostages looks down to see his stomach glowing.] [BANG! THE MAN BLOWS UP! HE TAKES OUT ALL NINE, KNOCKS REDWING DOWN AND ALMOST IMPLODES THE BUILDING!] [The building now practically rubble, Redwing rolls over to check on the man he did save. He checks his pulse as police and firemen enter the scene.] [Alive.] [Fire still raging, Redwing pulls the man out of the fire into the open floor that still exists. He gingerly hands over the unconscious form of this man to the first EMT he sees, before he makes his retreat.] [Defeated.] [Nine people have died.] [Jigsaw is nowhere to be seen, having evaded the justice that seemed so sure.] [But he won’t evade Redwing at Exodus.] [Cut.]