Lust's expression didn't change as she regarded him silently; not even a bat of an eyelash. Finally she shifted her weight to the other hip, folding her arms.

"Very well," she told him flatly. "So you know what you can't do. Now enlighten me as to what it is you think you can do."

There was no way to save these people. Didn't he know this, or was he too optimistically ignorant to realize that they would die no matter what he did? Either he could stand there and watch, or put them out of their misery the way she'd been doing whenever she found someone writhing in agony on the ground.