Dani sighed. "I don't expect you to understand, but I feel a bit guilty right now. Scourge and the others -- if what I've heard about the Organization is right -- are probably going to be sent to some truly hellish place. The Dungeon of Endless Pain or something. I still think Scourge had some doubts deep down, which is why he gave us a chance to stop him. But he was still insane enough to go along with it."
Thialfi spoke up. "Tis better that four individuals should suffer rather than millions. Would thou not agree?"
Dani nodded. "I suppose you're right. But some of us here may feel we owe Scourge a favor."
"Whatever happens to him is the consequences of his own misguided actions." Thialfi told her. "He was foolish enough to go along with a plan that would have endangered millions of lives. I have no sympathy for him. You yourself owe him nothing, as you were elsewhere on the battlefield when the Balrog was being fought. If he is to be rescued from his fate, it will only be with the assistance of someone within the Organization. I do not believe he is worth losing sleep over."
"What about that threat? Saying that we'll pay for this? I stopped you from cutting Apocalypse with that enchanted axe. All we ended up doing was just talking." Dani replied.
"I, too, have heard things about this Organization. We shall probably hear from them in the future." Thialfi said grimly. "You and I, and Apocalypse, should best be ready."
Dani stood there for a while in thought. She had a strange feeling that her association with the Traitor Games was far from over. In fact, she had a feeling that this was only the beginning...