[Love Will Have It's Sacrifices Theme]
Hey Betty. If your screening don't worry I have no plans to assault your delicate eyeballs with more TMI.
So we can move straight onto... Guess what?
Not only did I murder an old man but I also pooched our best shot at stopping the end of the world when I did.
Irony!
Which of course our new resident evil was quick to point out.
So you used the charter to shred the guy containing the Fourth Talisman like a stack of incriminating paperwork?
Ever consider switching sides?
Okay. That's enough.
Oh! Sorry for feeling snippy about winding up the incorporeal go-between for the teenager that got me killed.
And a truly, and I cannot stress this enough, terrifying Death Goddess.
I didn't mean to -
Let the Dean play you for a chump?
Use you to destroy the board and the last fail-safe that could stop her?
Mother played us all, Mattie.
The only difference between you and me and Laura is that she doesn't have the centuries of life experience to see it coming.
I know it probably doesn't matter, but...
I'm sorry.
My, my, my. Who peed in Pollyanna's cornflakes.
Mattie.
Sorry.
I'm here, but i'm not.
When the door opened, she pushed through. But that takes effort.
I'm the shape of a hand in a puddle.
Here and then gone.
Well, maybe she can send you back.
You know, even if we can't use the Talismans, there's got to be another way.
Maybe.
Urgh. I hope so.
It's much nicer here. Voices to hear, faces to see. There...
there's nothing but the cold and dark, and the long echo of your regrets.
Mattie, I'm sorry.
No need.
I earned them all and besides you'll see soon enough.
Yours are waiting for you too.
*Magic*
[Sigh] I just don't know what I supposed to do.
I mean of course we have to stop the Dean but even if we had all four Talismans or we have some new brilliant plan, am I really the one to fix any of this?
[Cough]
Honey.
No one knows how to save the world when they are nineteen years old.
Some of us are a lot older than that, we still have't figure it out.
Guess I'd still like to try.
I mean, I know it's not like the books that I read.
Battle-worn graduate of the "growing up means everything gets more complicated and mostly you fail" school here. But...
There has to be some way to help, doesn't there?
Even if it's harder than you thought?
Even if you don't know you can get it right?
Do you remember when you were six and I crashed the car?
Weird segue Dad.
Bear with me.
It was a normal summer day and we were driving home from the grocery store with our popsicles.
Some kid took that curve way to fast and came right into our lane.
And I woke up with my head on the steering wheel and my broken legs and...
The car was already filling up with smoke.
You had this goose egg on your head
You were just in the front seat, just wailing away and I'll I could think...
Was that you need to get away from me.
You just needed to get out before you suffocated from all that smoke.
But you wouldn't do it.
You stayed there, in the passenger seat just wailing away, rolling down the windows screaming, screaming, screaming.
The paramedics game and they said that you probably saved my life.
And even then, you were willing to risk your life for someone else.
And that has terrified me for a long time.
And I realized, I know, I realize I can't just lock you away.
That's not an option.
But I really wish I could.
Oh, I really really really wish I could.
But I can't. I can't control everything that happens to you so...
What I should have been doing is helping find other ways to... Just helping you.
At the very least, I should have just done better background research on this school.
I know.
Not to question your keen fashion sense Dad but what's with the backpack?
Honey...
Planning a trip?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah I am. I am.
For the past five days I've just watched you fighting vampires and solving puzzles.
And just summoning Death Gods. And you, you, you are fighting the end of the world!
And there should be somebody helping you! You should not be doing this alone.
You shouldn't be. There should be policemen, and firemen, and...
grown-ups! Just grown-ups! And I know, I can't...
I can't make you live behind a bulletproof hamster wheel so Bob and I are going to hike back into the world and we're gonna find those policemen...
and ambulances, and, and, and, and armies. Armies that should be helping you!
And we're going to march them back here so they can do their friggin' jobs!
Anyways, there's something I want to give you before I go. Alright?
Your project?
Yeah.
Now just, you know, use it just in case of an emergency.
Dad. You didn't build a dirty bomb, did you?
Oh, come on. It's not that drastic.
Just make sure you use the lower settings.
Okay.
I can't believe your leaving.
Alright. Well, I will be back.
I will be back as soon as possible. Okay?
These, alright, I give to you. Okay here. Alright.
[Big Papa Hollis hug]
You just uh, you keep her safe okay?
Alright.
Yes sir.
Huh?
I will.
Thank you.
And uh, even though, I haven't really seen anything coming in to this room, just, you know, being safe.
Uhhh! Dad!
What, no. I'm just. Okay!
Alright. Okay.
Alright. Was that you?
No.
Okay.
You. You listen to me. You take your Vitamin C everyday.
Alright?
And get out every once in a while. Take a walk
And when in doubt, aim for the eyes!
I am so, so very proud of you.
Me too, Dad.
Alright.
Should I go out there?
[Two knocks. Opens door]
[Howling noises]
(Yes, I am.)
You okay?
Yeah.
Thanks.
It's just...
There went my Dad, who thinks Murphy's Law is one of the Ten Commandments, to try and rally the Bundespolizei to stop a god.
So, um. We should talk.
Yes.
Talk.
Talking would be good.
What do you want to talk about?
How about you risking your life to get that Talisman?
Really? You wouldn't rather talk about Rube Goldberg competitions? Cause those are a thing, you know, which is just very, very weird!
Laura.
You can't do things like that.
You'd do it.
Well, that's... different.
How?
Because, I've lived and died and lived again.
Okay, do you know how sick I am of this "you're too young and innocent" spiel?
Yes, because you are so withered and jaded and wise to the ways of the world at nineteen.
Well, I'm sorry that you haven't discovered my new found skills in navigating moral grey areas
and coping with past mistakes and being all mature and healthy with my relationships.
Mature and healthy? Really? That's what you're going to call what's happening right now?
I'm not saying that there haven't been...
slips.
Okay.
Office furniture related slips.
But look at us now! We're having a perfectly civil conversation.
Oh crap.
[Lusty sexual undertones]
That is turning out to be habit forming.