Deep in the Abyss, reunited with a sister on firm ground at last, a trifold contract with the Rabbit forged once more, properly, temporarily... A tangle of ribbons and roots dissolves under the scythe, a Baskerville form hangs on to cradle a cat and impart her last words for now.

It's a bittersweet memory for every last person involved. Alice simply does not feel the need for hesitation once she's decided on her course. Much like her uncle, much like her mother, and much like the damn fool blond who between them kicked off this tangle in the first place. This is an important enough finale and farewell that it deserves every ounce of resolve and confidence!

She is not particularly thinking about how this act will lead to her own final death at this precise moment, but, you know. It's in the subconscious. It's like not overtly considering that if you take off your shirt, you also have to take off your jacket. She's in tune with the way their powers and selves are linked and tangled up by now, and she's overdue for it anyway.