Credence can’t help but muse how tables have turned, he who was once hunted and hated by all is now the hunter. Who has to hunt down the two people who he’s ever loved and accepted him.

Credence can feel his life force begin to fade overtime, the obscurial is taking its toll due to Credence overexerting himself and never resting… never finding the something to keep him stable after Newt and Percival.

Credence has a difficult choice; to keep going on this fruitless mission till his body gives out OR give up and enjoy the time he has left.