"...close enough," she says to Rinku with a rough sigh. "Think of it like me bleeding all over whatever you bring down, I guess. And healing me like... you ever made a house of cards? Healing or freeing me would be like yanking one of the cards at the bottom out to stick some tape on it. Might fix the card, but everything else'd be fucked."

MK she doesn't reply to immediately; just eyes, for a long moment. Then—

"...I can't stop the fire from relighting when this all finally goes back up in flames," she says. "But if you want to toss something in there for good measure, it's not like I can fucking stop you."

And speaking of flames— the little wisp of smoke coming up from the muzzle starts thickening, as licks of fire start reaching from it into the air.

"—fucking finally. You two might want to get out of here."