I'm going to offer my happiest memory. It's a very, very important one. Surviving this twisted excuse for a game will mean forgetting it completely.

Should that happen, I need you to come find me afterward and tell me....

[He has to pause, struggling a little. In many ways, that memory still feels more like a dream than a real past event, and now there's a high chance he'll lose it.]

...tell me that Sophia Lamb is dead. That I'm free.