Near as Mary could tell, Palitutu was still alive. Close to death, but still breathing. She knelt down by her side as per Assassin custom. She would continue to hear her last words, and take a dab of blood not as a trophy but as a memory if there was time once she passed. In this moment she could still feel her anger for the little woman seething, but it was pushed back down. Now wasn't the time for it. She wasn't a threat to them any longer...not directly anyway.

"I'm not going to lecture you any further, but this all may have been avoided, at least in part, if you had come to us to begin with. What was it that made you turn away from Hope? To thinking that any level of sacrifice was acceptable?" She was sure the answers would be found in her logs, but she wanted to hear them from the Tarutaru's lips.