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Early on Sunday morning, Beta the skeletal bird delivers holographic data discs that deliver recordings of Omega that he prepared prior to the trial. There are two for each person; one, a general recording he wants everyone to see, and another, a personalized message.

The general recording goes like this:

"HELLO MY FRIENDS. I DO NOT KNOW WHETHER YOU REMEMBER ME FONDLY OR IF YOU CURSE MY MEMORY, BUT I CHOOSE TO REMEMBER YOU AS MY FRIENDS NONETHELESS. IF EVERYTHING HAS GONE ACCORDING TO PLAN, THEN I HAVE BEEN DESTROYED BY MY OWN SHUT DOWN CODE AND TYPHON HAS AT LEAST BEEN GRIEVOUSLY WOUNDED.

I HAVE SUPPLIED PLANS FOR MY INERT BODY TO BE CONVERTED INTO AN INTERDIMENSIONAL GENERATOR SO THAT YOU MAY CHASE AFTER HIM. THE CHAOS EMERALD SHALL SERVE AS AN ADEQUATE POWER SOURCE.

...MY TIME WITH YOU HAS BEEN BRIEF, BUT IT HAS BEEN A WORTHWHILE ONE. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY, BEYOND THE INDIVIDUAL MESSAGES I HAVE PREPARED.

IF NOTHING ELSE, I ASK THAT YOU PLEASE, DO NOT FORGET ME.

...

THAT IS ALL."


he recording stops, and the image of Omega disappears.
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Omega is quiet on the first Monday after Snow White’s execution. He keeps to himself mostly, patrolling dutifully, keeping to his thoughts to himself.

It’s after the sun goes down that he decides to act on those thoughts, sliding a poorly scrawled note under Ferdinand’s door. The writing is barely legible, but it reads: “MEET ME AT THE ARENA.”

It’s there that he waits for his friend, staring up at the moon, nervousness and guilt weighing on his mechanical heart.

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