You don't know what Despedida is doing (Ending #10: Despedida, Ciao)

Why were you even thinking about Despedida right now? She didn't seem to be in a position to help you; even if she was, you'd need her to interject in the next few seconds. For now, you put her out of your head and focused on the options in front of you.

... But what options were there? Your gun was worse than ineffective, with how your bullets would be reflected. The powder didn't seem like it'd have much use here either. Her shield might blow all of the particles back in the exact same way, which would be just as deadly in this situation.

You couldn't possibly trust Namaste, but what else was there left for you to do? Swallowing your pride, you gave Namaste what she was hoping for and requested her help, speaking to the very walls around you. If Namaste had some way to stop Promethia for you, now was their last chance to do it.

"Whoever your accomplice is, they won't be able to help you. I told you: the Deliverers have complete control over all of this base's security systems. We-" Promethia began, then suddenly clutched her head and clenched her teeth, heedless of the super-heated glove on her hand that caused her hair to burn the moment it connected. "Rrrgh... Grrrhghh!" she growled, stumbling backward with her hand clenched so tightly, you could see the knuckles trembling. "What is this?!"

You had no idea. It was as though Promethia was being hit by some sort of sonic attack that only she could hear. The pain on her face looked maddening, as she stupidly stumbled back and her shoulders connected with one of the shutters, creating a loud rattle of metal. Finally, she seemed to slump her shoulders, falling to her knees with her head cradled in her huge hands and a grotesque trail of smoke rising from beneath her palm.

Cautiously, you kept your gun level and approached your enemy. Should you thank Namaste? If this was their doing, it was scarily effective. Still, you weren't going to leave it at that; you figured the right move would be to take Promethia's weapons and bind her arms-- on the off chance that she recovered, she would make for a valuable interrogation target. The way she was slumped over, she looked a lot more like she was dead than sleeping.

When you placed one hand upon her gauntlet to start removing it, she reacted like a zombie, suddenly snapping to life and grabbing hold of your wrist using the opposite hand. The pain that immediately shot through your arm confirmed what you already thought: there was no way Promethia could have stayed conscious after placing one of those to her unguarded head. How was she even moving?!

As you struggled to free your arm, the woman moved her hand away from her face, revealing something terrifying: a metallic case in the shape of a skull where her face was disfigured from the fire. Each of her eyes was glowing orange, with a pupil that swirled as though a mechanical light were behind it. Her face twisted into a nasty grin as she squeeze your wrist hard enough to break it-- a bit ridiculous, considering you could already feel all of your nerves being burned to a crisp.

Shouting, you told Namaste you needed their help, immediately!

"I don't know, Ciao... I don't think I can have much fun playing around with a guy like you, who goes into something like this without a single plan but hitching your cart to a person like me. At least you had a 10% complete dossier on the Goodbye Girls! It's endearing when you rely on them, but do you even know a thing about me? In some ways, I'm a much worse person than Promethia here." The voice answering you was giddy and unfeeling, but most upsettingly, was projecting from inside the metal casing that formed Promethia's skull. You had no idea the woman was packed with cybernetics like this, nor that Namaste was capable of accessing them.

You couldn't think about those mysteries, however-- all you could think about was the terrible, burning pain in your arm! In desparation, you wrapped one wrist over the other and struggled to yank it free.

"Guess our time's over. I'm not excited about the idea of playing with an opponent who can't use his brain. I'd hoped I'd come up with more of a fun way to snuff you out, but I think I'll give Promethia here the pleasure of having her revenge on you instead. That might be sort of fun to watch," the voice finished. "If it makes you feel any better, you were easily the best Ciao I've done this to!"

It didn't make you feel any better. You tried to yank your hand free as Promethia's eyes went from orange back to their pale gray color. "Where..." she grumbled, heedless of the portion of her face that had been burnt off to reveal an android's skull. "You... CEDIT dog! Burn! Buuuurn!" she cried, reaching her free hand up towards your face.

You found yourself obeying her commands as thoroughly as though you were under someone else's mental suggestion as well. Pain surged through your body as Promethia's glove engulfed your head, then darkness. The agony of it all-- not knowing who to trust, not knowing how to accomplish your mission, and just the intense physical anguish that your body couldn't be expected to survive-- all faded as you lost yourself to Promethia's vengeance. The last thing you heard was distorted laughter coming from the sound systems inside the laboratory.

Was she accomplishing the Deliverer's mission? You doubted they ever even had a mission-- their role was just as pointless as yours. You and Promethia had both just been dolls dancing for Namaste's amusement.