[ It's easier, now, to say it. To accept it. She'd died, despite everything, despite all her efforts to get out. All the promises of...of something like justice. Of a better life.
She hadn't made it out. She'd started the push to take down Freelancer, set the pieces in place for its eventual demise, but she'd paid for it with her life.
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[ It's easier, now, to say it. To accept it. She'd died, despite everything, despite all her efforts to get out. All the promises of...of something like justice. Of a better life.
She hadn't made it out. She'd started the push to take down Freelancer, set the pieces in place for its eventual demise, but she'd paid for it with her life.
And then she'd come back. ]
Tex killed me. Just like they told you.
[ She assumes. ]