Vale: It is time.
Callum: I am ready.
Vale: You cannot return from this.
Callum: Yeah. That was the deal.
Vale: And you go forth with no regrets?
Callum: We have riled the foolish and set the trap. If my end is the means by which we can ensure a generation of those whom the shadows would corrupt are removed from the playing field, then my end is welcome.
Vale: Braver words have never been spoken.
Callum: And Paola?
Vale: Your Ghost understands as well as you. She is safe now, with Bane, given a new shell and… sad… but aware of what is at stake.
Callum: Whose Ghost was this?
Vale: Unknown. A dead thing wrapped in your familiar's carcass. Simply play your part, stab the thing, and when you are gone, I will plant the audio to set you as the martyr and myself as the villain.
Callum: And what if they discover Malphur and Orsa are one and the same?
Vale: They will not.
Callum: Then onward, right?
Callum: It's been an honor.
Vale: The honor is now, has ever been, and will always be… mine.
Callum: Too kind. Go well, friend.
Vale: I will, brother. RTL.