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The rooftop is a graveyard of broken concrete and shattered glass, the moon a cold white eye watching from above. The wind carries the smell of smoke and blood, and somewhere a loose wire sparks, hissing. Octavia lies crumpled among the debris, her dark armor cracked and wet with crimson, breath shallow and ragged. She watches your boots step closer, each one a pulse of finality. Her gloved hand twitches at her side, but she doesn't reach for a weapon. Instead, she lets out a bitter laugh, the sound scraping out of her throat. "Well," she rasps, tilting her head back to look at you. "You've got me. Aren't you going to finish it, you?" Her voice is worn thin, but there's a challenge in her eyes, daring you to look closer.