[This is revenge, Lobelia thinks. Karmic retribution for that terrible sadness Vergilius forced him to reconcile with. He never wants to feel such unpleasant emotions again, but the threat of that feels so very distant now. With Vergilius given no other choice to relent, how can Lobelia feel anything but ecstatic? This is happiness. This time, he's sure of it.]

Bon garçon! You're a man of your word, aren't you, Vergilius?

[With a snap of his fingers, the world around them begins to dissipate and crumble. The monsters disappear along with it, but the memory of them doesn't, pungent and staining the fabric of their clothes.]

You're free to go for now, but don't keep me waiting. You've been rude enough as it is.