Renee feels like she can finally breathe again when Helena is restored.

Or she would, if she didn't have a hole through her. "My turn, you don't mind?"

I cannot heal you, Faceless one. Your wund is beyond my power to heal. As corrupt as the weapon that made it."

Well, now she tells her. "But Longinus cured the blind... the Spear can heal..."

"But not as it is now, not as it has been defiled. It must be purfied, its power used to heal a soul rather than destroy one."

So Renee needs to heal someone else first? Use it selflessly? From by her ear on the ground, the Spectre whispers a plea.

"...help us. Help him. Bring him back."

And Renee understands what she is to do.

"The choice lies with you, Renee Montoya. He was - is your friend. Would you do this for him rather than yourself?"

"No question."

Renee grasps the Spear, and angles it down into the pool of her own blood, closing her eyes.

She can do this. She can bring him back to life.

Everything melts away,and Renee finds herself plunged into blinding white light that seems to fill every part of her with a seering pain, before she's thrown backwards against the asphalt, in the dark and the rain.

"It didn't work."