But if she die in truth, then all cease.

The tiny wounds of the throats disappear, and they go back to their play unknowing ever of what has been.

But of the most blessed of all, when this now UnDead be made to rest as true dead, then the soul of the poor lady whom we love shall again be free.

Instead of working wickedness by night and growing more debased in the assimilating of it by day, she shall take her place with the other Angels.

So that, my friend, it will be a blessed hand for her that shall strike the blow that sets her free.