Normally I'd wing this sort of thing over a holo-broadcast, but the occasion merits some special attention and a proper editor; it's been a moment since I've written anything other than research notes. I'm no savior, no hero in gleaming armor with glorious purpose. Though, I thought in light of my ~~success~~ triumph I should take a moment to thank all of the friends and mentors who helped make this victory possible. My dear Pale Mother. It's only natural that you'd protect your children from the darker truths of this world, but as a born truth-seeker, I was ~~glad~~ eager to lift this ~~privilege~~ ~~burden~~ weight from you. To Jennah, who ~~could~~ should have listened. I hope your tea biscuits taste of Divinity's Reach's fear, and that your gardens smell of your dead. Omadd. Sweet, ~~insignificant~~ ignorant Omadd. I hope you feel this. I hope it hurts, just a little. To my alliances. You were all so brave...and compliant. And finally, Mai Trin. If you haven't fallen to the...Pact Commander, I assume you'll be listening when I give this speech. Perhaps nearby, under the weight of my boot. Wouldn't that be something. You and your friends have meddled with my plans at every turn. I'm almost flattered, in a way. ~~I've always wanted a proper rival.~~ Come find me at the grand finale; I've got some toys that'll finally help you and your friends kick that nasty breathing habit once and for all. Thank you, good night, and good luck.