Ales felt a twang of guilt - not because Palitutu had a soul like any other living being or out of the goodness of his own heart - but because he saw a lot of himself in her. They both were frustrated with the problems in their worlds and took matters into their own hands. They both understood that sacrifices needed to be made. Ales would never allow himself to get soft and stupid by sparing lives to sacrifice even more.

What a shame. He and Palitutu could have gotten along well.

"She did ask us to kill her to prove our worth, didn't she?" His puppet raised its arm, aiming it at Artemicion. He could always hit him with a Leg Shot to prevent him from escaping. "We're going to do whatever it takes to stop this nonsense once and for all."