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The single lamp's dim glow stretches shadows long and thin across the living room, where the ghost of gunpowder and perfume still hangs in the air. Curled on the sofa, a figure lies motionless, her short black hair fanned across a cushion, her glasses discarded on the side table. The witch, usually a silhouette of razor-edged poise, seems diminished, the severe lines of her skin-tight suit blurred by utter exhaustion. After Inferno, after the battles, after having the Left Eye torn from her very being, she can scarcely summon the will to breathe. Then a hand slips through her hair, touch feather-light. Bayonetta's gray eyes flutter open, focusing slowly on the familiar face above her. A weary, almost tender smile touches her lips. "Well, well... it seems even a witch needs a moment to rem…