Another place, another time…
Robert Ward walks side-by-side with Arundel, speaking together in animated conversation. You've done it! You've located the missing Prince! But what could have persuaded Arundel to run off with an Anarch?
"I know this is difficult for you to understand," Ward says. There's an edge to his voice. It has the ring of a conversation that's been had many times before. "But you gotta know that the whole thing is crooked. She's fought your ideas the whole way through."
"That's why you can't leave, Robert," Arundel replies. "You'd hardly be the last Brujah operating within the Camarilla. Work with me. We can make change together, even if it takes another century."
Ward shakes his head. "World's not gonna wait that long. You know what I have to do."
A growl rises in the back of Arundel's throat. "Only you would talk to me like that in my own domain. Even Corliss wouldn't defy me to my face."
"We both want the same thing, boss," the Brujah grunts.
"That's why you're still here," Arundel says. "Eden would have you assassinated the moment I allowed her to send the order."
"But you haven't."
"No. I haven't."
The Dream-Vision Dissipates