"What else has been tried, though? What else has even seemed to work?" But there was doubt threaded through her words, and she moved closer to Lydia- for whose comfort, she wouldn't admit to, were any of them to ask.

She flicked her ears back, uneasily glancing between the others. "Out of death? Is that the price we have to pay?" Not that her hands were clean- not in the least- but this wasn't like fighting the Empire for their freedom. But blades had already been drawn, and Robin had raised her hand-

She watched in horror, eyes snapping from the spell to the tendrils around Robin, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "Robin…!?"