*Lecter drops to his knees next to Karma, the main remnant of his injuries being heavy scars and tattered clothing*
Lecter: You're not done yet...
*The familiar simply turns her head to face John, her face even paler than unsual*
[i]Neither is he. Take his heart, Lecter.[/i]
*Karma rests her head against the grass, and closes her eyes. As her breathing stops, she slowly shifts into black smoke, which reveals a dark blade (reminiscent of a Dao) where the Devil used to be. Lecter stares at the blade before slowly and carefully taking it into his hands*
Lecter: Your blood is mine, and rests on my hands. We will kill him together.

*The scarecrow attempts to curb stomp Syd with its blade while she's down*