A past memory. The imprisonment of the Three. Meanwhile, Delta in the present has a conversation with Friday. But something is coming.
YOUNG DELTA
"You can't do this to us!" Aezlith shouted. Delta closed her cell door. Stepping back.
Death and Conquest who were in the back of the cell woke up with a start. "What?" They both asked. They looked up shocked at Delta. Dawn walked up from behind standing beside Delta.
"Of course," Death spat. "You would seek to cast us aside! We are you! Your own blood! Your own self conjurings of you! Parts of you! Thoughts of yours! Given voice! Opinions of you given life! For what?! Another version of us? A newer version that would bring out the best in you? You could've changed us in your head to be like her but yet you want to play the victim and say you're innocent. Brand us, traitors?! YOU ARE EVIL DELTA ADAMS!"
"You have been given one role and will stay that. You can't change."