Now_ish: There is no Justice.

[burninating]

There were receipts and some books that looked like they might have been ledgers at one point. If someone had actually kept logging expenses and accounting for stuff. But everything fell off -- it looked like -- when stuff in LA got weird. I guessed, anyway, because nothing had been logged for just about ever

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[bitterbyrden]

I'm sorry that you died so lonely and sad, Andrew. It's not your fault.

Anya lets him go.

And Faith takes him out.

Sorry little buddy. I hope you find some rest.