Innocence: Little brother... Please, forgive me. It's as if I have been dreaming the most horrid nightmare... and now, at last, the haze of sleep lifts from my eyes. My vision is clear... oh, by the gods, forgive me...
Sin: It is as true now as it was when we began. You and I are of the same flesh, cleaved from the same womb. You ask for my forgiveness. I give it to you freely.
Innocence: But the things I've done... the countless millions I've murdered...
Sin: There will be time for all of that later, but for now, your people need you. Oriath needs you...
Innocence: ...No. I cannot remain here amongst these ruins. Amongst the corpses of my own making... These people, they need you, brother, and your hero - not me.
Sin: Then what? Where will you go? What will you do?
Innocence: Isolation. I shall go south. As far south as one can travel in such a fleshly form. There are things I must think on, a redemption I need plan, if my conscience decides I am worthy of such a gift.
Sin: You would seek forgiveness in the ice at the bottom of the world?
Innocence: I would, should you let me.
Sin: Go. Seek out that which you need. Find who you are, make pilgrimage. Journey on your path, brother, only return to us one day.
It's over... We emerge victorious... It was always a fool's errand, yet somehow, your courage has carried us through.
I congratulate you, my friend. Your world may have exiled you, but there will always be a place for you at my table. You have given humanity a fighting chance. Though darkness still covers the face of the earth, there is now a ray of light to pierce it. The insatiable appetite of Kitava has been ruined, and you, you are no exile! Why, you are a hero, worthy of praise. May your legend live on, into eternity.
Come, let us return to the others, they will be needing as many hands as possible for cleaning up this city...