"So," she said, in a gentle whisper, voice gentle even as she spoke her hard promise: "You'll have the chance to apologise to Marian, while Kratos and Apollo tear the Sheriff in half between them."
The Sheriff had been warned. Warned and warned and warned, and had blindly carried on down his path of violence. The world would come back on him, Melpomene believed that. And perhaps it would leave them all the more broken in his wake, but she and Alan could draw beauty from the ashes, she believed that just as strong.