When this is all done, her face is bloody, disfigured, and beyond recognition. Her throat is a gaping hole with blood pooling in it.

At least you don't have to look at a face like Echo's anymore.

The shrieking, the sounds she struggled to make—they've all stopped. They stopped a while back.

The spotlights on the stage slowly begin to dim, and the theatre falls completely silent.

It's like time has stopped for you two.