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[tense dramatic music]

[thunder rumbling]

[crackle]

[gasping]

[gasps]

[crackling]

[gasps]

In case you're wondering...

You're quite dead.

[tense music]

You're not Rostus.

What? The smiling giant who laughs

[cackles]

because if he didn't he could only weep?

No. I'm not him.

How are you, Neave?

What do you remember?

What is this place?

[thunder rumbles]

This isn't right.

It's not been right for a very long time, has it?

I need to get back. This isn't how it's supposed to be.

-The reforging-- -Can wait.

If it helps, think of it like this...

You've reached a fork in the road.

Or, perhaps, more literally a fork in the path of the lightning.

What you need to do now is choose which of those paths to travel,

the door to the truth

or the door back to where you came from.

Who are you?

-A guide. -To what?

To the truth. To your memories.

To the excised moments stolen from your life.

You could be whole again, Neave.

If you chose to be.

But... those memories are gone.

It's a part of the price, the cost of reforging.

[laughs]

No, Neave. They were stolen from you.

Like everything else.

Stolen... and hidden here in this lost dream.

Would you like to see?

[Neave gasps]

After all, who are we but the sum of our memories?

I'll be right here with you.

[snickers]

[screaming]

[panting]

[gasps]

[distant roar]

[screeches]

I have been here before.

Indeed you have...

[tense dramatic music]

What?

Everything you see here has already happened, Neave.

These events cannot be changed.

This is who you are.

Me?

You really thought you were her, didn't you?

That this woman, this mortal hero,

was your true self...

I am a Stormcast, one of Sigmar's chosen.

A worthy soul plucked from death and reforged to protect order.

[chuckles]

You think she is worthy?

She might have been a hero in the eyes of her people,

but to Sigmar, she was nothing.

He let her die.

He allowed this to happen.

-Enough. -Enough?

But we've only just begun.

[gasping]

[sighs]

Don't be shy now. Isn't this what you've always wanted?

But that wasn't my life.

It was a lie.

But you believed it was true...

For a while, you thought Thyr might have been you.

Now you know that she wasn't. Isn't that truth?

And there is more.

Through these portals lie other pieces of the puzzle.

[footsteps leaving]

You don't trust me?

Trust you?

You're hiding behind the face of my friend.

I thought it would help.

My mistake.

But unlike your friend...

I will never hide my fear under blunt words,

or cling to morality as a shield.

I will not do those things, Neave.

And I will not lie to you.

I cannot lie to you.

See for yourself.

[tense choral music]

Could it be...

Lisandra.

Even before Thyr, you came so close,

so many times before.

Always wondering if they were you...

[volcano rumbling]

[grunts]

Remember, Neave.

This has already happened.

You cannot change it.

[grunts]

There was a time when you thought you were her...

-[groans] -...too.

[tense dramatic music]

[panting]

[panting]

[groans]

And her.

[panting]

[gasps]

[tense dramatic music continues]

And her.

There are more, all who you thought were you, all cut down.

Dozens more.

Dozens? [gasps]

Why are you showing me this?

Because you wanted to know who you are.

Did this Horned Shadow kill me, too?

Is that why I keep seeking out its victims,

trying to claim their lives as my own?

In a manner of speaking...

But why are these the stories that I've lost?

You mean stolen.

Stolen by who?

[chuckles]

How did you get here, Neave? How did you die this time?

I...

I...

There is darkness within all of us, Neave.

Even those we consider friends.

All you have to do is remember...

Neave, don't go any further!

I try to shield them but...

Neave, stop.

You need to stop. Please!

If I died here, why can I remember more...

Neave, go no further.

You don't need to remember more.

You are who you are.

[Neave] I was not her.

I was not Thyr.

-I... -[Hendrick] I am so sorry, Neave...

[Hendrick] But you will not remember this.

-[Hendrick grunting] -[groaning]

[gasping]

Lies. Not Hendrick.

No. Why would he?

He does what is required of him, Neave.

You don't see it yet, do you?

The truth that hides in plain sight.

He is not your friend.

He is your jailer.

[groans]

Charged to hold the leash that binds you to "almighty Sigmar."

And he is good at his job.

Could it be... Lisandra?

No. I wasn't her.

I...

[Hendrick grunts]

[coughing]

I'm sorry.

[groans]

Every time you get close...

She was here. I was here.

Yes. You were.

No!

[groans]

Every time you get near to the truth...

This is where it happened.

I'm sure of it.

But this...

[sighs]

This wasn't me.

-I was... -Forgive me.

[gasps]

[groans]

He is waiting.

Ready to do his Sigmar's bidding.

[dramatic choral music]

How many times?

[scoffs]

We've lost count.

But it's been a long time.

Stop! Enough.

[panting]

No more.

[gasping]

Lies, Neave.

Since the day Sigmar claimed you.

Lies and deceit.

And this?

How do I know this isn't a lie?

I've already told you, I cannot lie to you.

Why? Why not? Who are you?

[tense dramatic music]

Me? I'm just a memory, Neave.

[gasps]

Someone you half remember.

[gasps]

No... No.

I'm the answer you've been searching for.

The only answer you need.

I am you.

I was never you.

Never.

You have always been me.

Deep down, you know that, don't you?

You can fight it, rage against it,

but you cannot deny it.

Not any more.

Before Sigmar stole your soul

and cleaved it in two, this was who you were.

Who you've always been.

Not a Blacktalon but a claw of Chaos.

Then what Sigmar offered me was redemption.

Offered?

Offered suggests that you had a choice.

He saved me.

From what?

Free will?

From myself.

From what I was.

From what I would become.

But with no choice.

Because Sigmar fears what choice you would make

if you really knew the truth.

That is why Hendrick does what he does.

Because he must preserve the lie.

And Thyr, and the others I thought were me?

We killed them, Neave.

Every one of them.

[ethereal choral music]

[gasping]

And now you know the truth, you have a choice to make.

What choice?

Between truth or oblivion.

Between Sigmar's lies

and who you were meant to be.

So choose.

[rumbling]

One door leads to me.

To remembering everything.

To reclaiming yourself.

The other to comfortable ignorance

and the unending search for meaning.

You're right. I do have a choice.

But it's not about this moment,

it's about every moment hereafter.

About every life we save or take.

It's about the people we choose to call friends,

and the lengths we'll go to protect them.

Neave. Go through that door,

and everything you've learned here will be forgotten.

I know.

[sighs]

He'll kill you again.

You'll be back here all the same.

And I'll make the same choice.

[scoffs]

You usually do.

[dramatic choral music]

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