Editing The Dawn Machine's Reflection/Table

{{Variant table|Condition = To All Things An End|Condition alias = An End|Effect = Description|Compact = yes
|Value 1 = Hell sends its emissaries in the end. […]

[…] "The Dynamite will not rise again," […] "Nor the Pianist and her spy. The Spirifer we have put to work better suiting his station. […]" Together you step through the glass, and into the green gloom of London […]
|Value 2 = It is some time before the Blind Pianist finds you. […] "The spy," […] "Escaped intact. I saw them to the Canal. […] Hell will find little purchase there now." As for the Spirifer, he has fled, with the Pianist's help, to the Iron Republic. […]
She smiles warmly […]
|Value 3? = […] the Blind Pianist finds you. […] As for the Spirifer, he has fled […]
She extends a hand and leads you deep into the Parabolan wild […]"Once roses grew here," she says […] "Now a new flower grows." She shows you to a violet, sprouting in the middle of the waste. […]
|Value 4 = Hell sends its emissaries in the end. […]

They bring you to a great mirror, framed in brass. […] "The Dynamite will not rise again," their red-hued captain says. "Nor the Pianist and her spy. Hell may change, but never for them again." […]
|Value 5 = […] the Blind Pianist finds you. […] "The spy," […] "Escaped intact. I saw them to the Canal. They will go to Naples, then to the Emperor's court. […]"

She smiles warmly […] You walk on, under the Parabolan sun and together talk of many things, none of them Hell.
|Value 7 = The Sallow Spirifer finds you […]

"Hell wouldn't forget your service," […] "Nor mine. Come along, I'm sure you've got much to do […] Though it'll be hard to top bringing down the Dynamite. […] You've brought stability to Hell and that takes some doing." […]
|Value 8 = […]

And then there is a man […] "I am told by mutual friends that I have you to thank for my freedom." He grins. […] "Hell shall find no purchase above. And I hope, not on you."

He does not know the Blind Pianist's fate. "[…] A hero, in the end." […]
|Value 9 = […] a devil in sackcloth, dressed as a pilgrim […] "We owe you a great deal. Through you, Hell may yet be renewed."

[…] "Once roses grew here […] Now a new flower grows." […] a violet, sprouting in […] the waste. Its petals are red, and it is ringed with thorns. […]
|Value 10 = […] the Blind Pianist […] embraces you in a long hug. "I did not look to be saved," […]

"But you did it all the same. […] You've given me much to think on. The Dynamite are disappointed, as are our Surface friends. But we've proven that it can be done. […]"
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