Well, I took a while to post this because I was trying to decide between two epilogues: one from the viewpoint of Pavi's GENtern, the other from Shiloh. I'm not really the deciding type, so Iwent for both ^^ Tell me what you think.
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She's quiet because making a noise—any noise—would be reason enough for Luigi to gut her.
She's quiet because that was the deal, and because she doesn't want to let Pavi down.
Some would call it devotion. Some would call it sick. There's a name for it, she's sure, but she really doesn't give a fuck. She wasn't going to back out of a pact just because the other person in it happened to be living in a dirt room. And there's a glint of insanity in her eyes as she opens the door, but you wouldn't see it because of the red GENtern mask.
He's asleep. According to the tabloids, he's mourning in private. Because he's distraught over the deaths of his siblings.
She's quiet, but she really wants to laugh at that.
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"A blessing," because they were dead.
Like she'd inherited the whole goddamn planet. Or what was left of it, anyways.
After arresting Luigi's murderer, a new search had begun. Everybody's looking for her now. Looking for Shiloh, the little girl who had been lost from the start. And if she didn't want to be found? Nobody would ask because nobody would care. GENECo needed a saviour, like the world needed a saviour, like everybody needed a saviour. Except for her, apparently.
Screw that.
When she'd heard the news she'd smiled. They were dead. Everybody was dead, except maybe for the Graverobber. But the rest, they were all dead. Every one who'd made her life what it was. What it wasn't.
Nathan.
Mag.
Even Rotti.
They had all seemed to know what her future held, but it was too late to ask them. And, she thinks, even if she could ask them now, she wouldn't. She wouldn't be able to bear the disappointment.
Look what I've become. She's eying a small mirror. She still looks the same. Two years older, sure, but Shiloh's still the lost little girl.
Two years in hiding. Old habits died hard, and hiding was what she did best.
They'd all be disappointed.
She wouldn't blame them.
She'd be too busy running.