—Polyta—
Jiro!! JIRO!!!
Oh, oh Goddess, this can't be happening...

Polyta shouts up at the catwalk where Jiro just was. Nix stands nonchalantly next to her

—Polyta—
He's headed for the surface-- we have to save him!

No we don't.

—Polyta—
That's enough!
Jiro is-- you have no idea how important he is!

He JUST TOLD US he's not coming back!!

What is the POINT of going and finding him
if he is just going to REFUSE again!!!

—Polyta—
We-- there has to be a way--!
Gaaahh, damn it all!!

Polyta slumps down and tries to pull herself together

Listen to me.

—Polyta—
We can't leave him. We can't.

LISTEN!!

Do you know why I am here?

—Polyta—
The girls sent you...

I am here because your people, on your island, are WEAK.

They cannot defend themselves. They cannot lead themselves.

Without you, OR Jiro, they are going to DIE.

I came here to get you both.
But you both aren't coming.
Fine.

I am not going back empty handed.

You are COMING WITH ME
WITH or WITHOUT Jiro
Because IF YOU DON'T your island is DEAD.

—Polyta—
...

Your people
need their leader.

You surely understand that.



Mercy climbs back onto the fallen catwalk. Her claw arm is a bit busted up; it's missing a finger.

  Major Mercy
The creature is right.

—Polyta—
Gah!

  Major Mercy
Your man may be an asset, but he's proven himself unreliable.
You need to make the hard choice, Polyta.
The bad outcome, or the worse one.

—Polyta—
...I know.
I know I do.
I just... didn't think it could come to this.
Not here. Not... not with Jiro.

—Polyta—
Come on, Nix. The girls are waiting for us.

  Major Mercy
Wait.
Before you go.

RESUPPLY! Mercy teleports a bulging duffel bag into her hand.

  Major Mercy
Let me lend you some of my firepower.
Make up for your loss.



Polyta slings the duffel bag over one shoulder.

—Polyta—
May the Goddess smile upon you, Mercy.

  Major Mercy
Good luck, soldier.



Polyta uncorks the Bottled Return. A swirling wisp of light emerges from it.



A portal appears in front of Polyta and Nix.





They step through.