"What are you going to do now?" Natasha asked as she walked up to stand behind Ambrose, the latter looking over the ruins of what was once BoneHaven.
Ambrose took a deep breath, surveying the landscape for a moment before replying. "Retire, I guess."
"Just like that?"
"... I've done enough. Even though I wasn't able to catch the bastard who ruined our beautiful city, I'm happy we were able to purge the land of his work. It's the best I can do anyway, considering what the enemy had in mind."
Natasha pursed her lips as she pondered for a moment, before finally replying. "We could still go after him. You could become a Mystic and…"
"Natasha," Ambrose called out softly, cutting her off before she could finish. "Thank you."
Natasha blinked repeatedly, perplexed by the suddenness of his words. "For what?"
