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(The bike, Old Lady, and Navichet lay sprawled across the ruined concrete. Navichet looks up, one lens of missing from her helmet and the other cracked)

(Spondule and Noc lie stunned. A wide hole is torn through the concrete, separating them from Navichet and Old Lady. The hole is white with the fog of Bleach. Concrete still crumbles and falls into the Bleach. In the distance, acolytes continue running away. Spondule raises himself, struggling)

SPONDULE: Hk - Navichet...