The council is sentenced.

You and your fellow insurgents to 300 cycles of somatic reconditioning.

Do you have any last words?

You won't tell us?

You wouldn't fill your hands.

But you're damn us to a black hole.

Darryl was right.

You're a pack of fools.

Every last one of you.

Thank you.

You believe your son is safe?

I will find him.

I will reclaim what you have taken from us.

I would find I will find him.

I have my thank you, Lord.

Shouldn't you find refuge?

There is no refuge.

Drill was right.