"Not as good as me," Renee says, smirking under her faceless mask. She's nearly died more times in the last few hours than she hs in her life to date.

"Renee," Cris says, still holding the Spear. "I will never forget what you did for us. The peace you have brought us."

Renee taps the brim of her hat and watches the light as it fades. It's not over, she knows, but it feels like the tide has turned.