In the dead of night following the construction of the shelters, a man in House Vaillant colors is seen walking, never running, bearing several loads of tinned rations and delivering them to the Halan Hospices. In stark contrast to this mission, in the streets, blood and bodies are left scattered as the Ouvrier's denizens take offense -- or make defense, depending on perspective -- at this intruder in their holdings.
As dawn breaks, one might have seen a man in a gold vest conversing with the armored man in the alleys, at which time the armored soldier departs into the rainy, rising day.