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I’ve been doing a lot of work recently on the Roman Cult of Ancestors and they take the death masks of deceased relatives and put them around their house and they celebrate them nightly and not just as a measure of remembrance, but as a petition for protection because where the dead are remembered, they remain alive and connected to the living. Yeah. It’s a beautiful notion. Thank you, Anna. I’m, um game I’m very glad that you’re here, that you chose to stay with me. Dr. Hadley. This is not why I stayed. Why are you so bent on disappointing me? And why is your first instinct always to apologize? I want you here with me. I want you. Hadley. Do you understand? Let go! Let go of me, now! What do you want from me? I would give you everything I have. Everything! Let go of me! Dr. Hadley. I’m here to get Anna. Where is she? Anna! Anna! Are you okay? Oh my God. What did he do to you? What did he do to you? Anna? What did he do to you? Hey! Son of a bitch! I’m taking you to the hospital. What do you mean, no? It’s not important now. It’s not important now? What the are you even saying? It’s not what it looks like. It’s not, really? Well, what is it, then? Stop! Don’t stop. He hit me. He hit you? And, I don’t know, can you just drop it? Take me home. No, no, no! I’m not going to the ing hospital! Don’t stop. Anna, please. Just tell me what happened. I’m asking you, please take me home. Come in. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to say there’s some really great stuff here. Ben. Don’t say anything. The thing is game I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you there. I should have protected you, Anna. I didn’t. I know why you didn’t want to go to the hospital. I get it, as much as it ing pains me to say it, you were right. You were right. Sometimes the only way to keep moving forward is to stand stock still. Everybody’s got everybody else ing hamstrung. Sometimes sometimes there is no escape. Sometimes there is only to endure present woes or Jove will make an end of this also. Oh my God, I hate Vergil. See, at the end of the day,