[Winslow didn't want any part with the last trial. He was sure he'd be no use anyway. What's the worst thing was Home was dead. A child. Surely a sadistic place this is to kill a child.
This Halloween must be real foreboding too...Winslow remembers more...
Anyway what difference does it make? What choice do you have?
A name familiar to him, to everyone back home: Swan. He's in his gear from what he remembers...something happened to him, maybe this is what made Swan speak with him at all.
A prick of the finger and blood on the contract in his memories. Ink isn't worth anything to me Winslow. Now sign.
He's in the first floor ballroom. The real Winslow has his prosthetics on, but he's chosen to don the cape. Will he ever be himself?
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This Halloween must be real foreboding too...Winslow remembers more...
Anyway what difference does it make? What choice do you have?
A name familiar to him, to everyone back home: Swan. He's in his gear from what he remembers...something happened to him, maybe this is what made Swan speak with him at all.
A prick of the finger and blood on the contract in his memories. Ink isn't worth anything to me Winslow. Now sign.
He's in the first floor ballroom. The real Winslow has his prosthetics on, but he's chosen to don the cape. Will he ever be himself?
He hammers out his tune from his Faust. You can join and sing if you'd like.
He signs in his memory.
And now we're in business. Together. Forever.]