[The Dark Knights prowl the battlefield after their victory over the Liberation Front.]
OZMA: Our work is done, Oz. We withdraw.
OZ: What about the abuna?
OZMA: They led him away just now, quiet as a church mouse.
OZ: I have that effect on people, don't I.
OZMA: So it would seem. Come, we've tarried long enough.
[She leaves.]
OZ: We must remove any trace we were here. You, put the torch to this place. While you're at it, make certain we left no survivors.
[A Dark Knight leads a captive.]
KNIGHT: Keep walking! Their leader, my lord.
OZ: Doesn't know when to die, does she.
CERYA: Go on.... Kill me.
OZ: You're in no position to be making requests. She's yours. Enjoy the spoils of war.
KNIGHT: We'll put her to good use, won't we, boys?
CERYA: go on and...try!
[The knights swarm over her.]
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