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Panel 1: Maida: "And honestly, what is even the point of a revolution if I don't get to decide what I put on my own thick head?"
Panel 2: Tahmaseb, smiling: "Nice."
Panel 3: Maida swipes some names off her screen. Maida: "Now I'm deleting all of you from my game, and you lot can bloody well find somewhere else for your secret meetings." Orson and Srinivasa pop out of existence.
Panel 4: Maida swipes one more time, and Tahmaseb also disappears. She is now alone in the game, with tears on her face.
Panel 5: Back in her bedroom, Maida has left the game and is laying on the bed with her hands on her face. A dark cloud hangs over her.