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...And as he surveys the wreckage of his empire, he picks up his daughter, her body cold, limp in his arms.
“ Well fought, Trish. You proved you truly are my daughter. How unfortunate. You have my apologies. In another life, perhaps…ah, well.”
He hears the sound of distant sirens but such mundane matters don’t concern the emperor.
“Still, you never had a chance, but you did your best.”
And the city lies in ruins and his Doppio is dead and he does not know it, but this is not a triumph but the beginning of the end for him.