To peace. To freedom. To the beauty of a world where every man could forge his own path. They're lofty ideals and desires but they're grounded in the blood, sweat and tears the people of the Twins had spilled. Taking a swig of his drink he can't help but feel the edges of his mouth tug into a smile.

"I suppose we will have to use our imaginations to picture it, but you are right. I am certain it will be beautiful." Clive would return to Jill and Torgal and they could happily live out the rest of their lives together with everyone else at the Hideaway. What more could he ask for? What more could he want for?

He lifts his glass to his lips again, taking more of the drink down his throat. It warms him in an almost ticklish way, but he doesn't think much of it.