“You want me to diffuse a bomb when I have no understanding of how to do that? It won’t work.”
“That’s sort of the point. You’re going to mess it up, and maybe that body of yours will be enough to tank the explosion. I’m going to go ahead and set a timer. I won’t tell you when it’s going to go off, but it will, and then those people will die. Be quick about it, would you?”
goingNeassa screams at the top of her lungs as she races over to the Flame Devil and fires two rounds into his head. I immediately start to run toward a series of cantilever stairs that are separated from one another like so many panes of stained sapphire that wind down to the floor below us. As I turn to depart, Neassa screams behind me, “Where are you going?”
She fires a round, and, just as it hits my back, a cloud
