Ok. You give me the slip. We clap and close our hands, and we think about them, pray for them. As long as you want.

[She held out her hand, the other putting the two sticks back into he mouth. It was an aspect of vengeance, but it was also what she was, so she would play it to the hilt. It seemed like a good idea anyway. Either way, she was already ready.

She might not have Barrett or his daughter's faces in her mind, but she didn't need that. She just needed to remember the names. It was for Tifa, after all, right?]