...That's the Order of the Stone gone, then. All of Renee's problems of the last year or so solved in one gesture from her dead best friend.
"No," says Cain, and tries to scream, but the Spectre silences him with - not just a word, but literally by sewing his mouth together. Rneee forces herself to watch.
As for the Radiant - the boys who murdered sister Clarice lie at her feet, still dying from their attempts to delay Cain.
"Hush now," she says, easing their pain with one touch that also closes their eyes. "Go in peace. All has been forgiven."
Renee wonders if she'd ever be able to forgive like the Radiant forgives. Maybe no human can.
"That is why God forbade me ot punish them. So they might truly earn your mercy. But this one shall have no such redemption. You may speak."
With his voice returned, Cain has nothing but anger. "I have no want of your mercy! No fear of your vengeance! My god is the greater, and you will serve him again. You will..."
"Your petty master will face his reckoning soon enough. Your fate remains undecided."
"You cannot kill me! God forbids it."
"There are worse things than death, Cain."
Renee is, just from his tone of voice, very very glad he's on her side.
"From this moment forth, your mask is stripped away. There will be no place to hide, no succor to be found. And all who gaze upon you will see your Mark, and know you for what you are. And you shall find no peace nor safety until God grants you otherwise."
And Vandal Savage, with the Mark of Cain still burning in his face, is teleported away from Gotham. Where, Renee cannot guess.
In the Spectre's hand, the Spear looks wet. Something is dripping off it.
"What is that?" Renee asks. "That's not blood."
"Tears," replies the Spectre - replies Cris, the boundary between them suddenly hard to make out.
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"No," says Cain, and tries to scream, but the Spectre silences him with - not just a word, but literally by sewing his mouth together. Rneee forces herself to watch.
As for the Radiant - the boys who murdered sister Clarice lie at her feet, still dying from their attempts to delay Cain.
"Hush now," she says, easing their pain with one touch that also closes their eyes. "Go in peace. All has been forgiven."
Renee wonders if she'd ever be able to forgive like the Radiant forgives. Maybe no human can.
"That is why God forbade me ot punish them. So they might truly earn your mercy. But this one shall have no such redemption. You may speak."
With his voice returned, Cain has nothing but anger. "I have no want of your mercy! No fear of your vengeance! My god is the greater, and you will serve him again. You will..."
"Your petty master will face his reckoning soon enough. Your fate remains undecided."
"You cannot kill me! God forbids it."
"There are worse things than death, Cain."
Renee is, just from his tone of voice, very very glad he's on her side.
"From this moment forth, your mask is stripped away. There will be no place to hide, no succor to be found. And all who gaze upon you will see your Mark, and know you for what you are. And you shall find no peace nor safety until God grants you otherwise."
And Vandal Savage, with the Mark of Cain still burning in his face, is teleported away from Gotham. Where, Renee cannot guess.
In the Spectre's hand, the Spear looks wet. Something is dripping off it.
"What is that?" Renee asks. "That's not blood."
"Tears," replies the Spectre - replies Cris, the boundary between them suddenly hard to make out.