Vevay saw that she had nothing else here to wait for. Pride was dead and apparently there were three others in her way to the sweet victory that laid at end of this winding road that was getting smaller and smaller. Figuratively speaking of course. She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulders and tracked after the others. Before she left the cave she looked at where Pride's body had deteriorated and vanished to the next plane of existence.
"Be prideful you say? I don't want to be arrogant like you. . . . " She brushed some of her orange hair from her face as she sighed. "I'll only show the sins if it is to save my life. I don't need someone to tell me what to do." Vevay looked at the shadows that were demanding her to get out of the cave. "Little one, if you end up in Hell, please let Mephistopheles know that I'm after him. In this plane or the next." And of that, she left.