Dairine suspected this Entity would not accept help. They were too proud, too lost in their own head. Perhaps it is this, or perhaps it is the searing pain coursing through her body that brings back a memory back into crystal clarity. Her Ordeal. As her battle with the Lone One grew longer, she had dragged It into a fierce confrontation, grabbing onto Its metaphysical presence within her mind. The screaming had been so loud, the pain, both hers and Its.

She can do this, she's done it before.

The memory grounds her through the pain. With a gasp, she breaks free, dwelling the urge to delve deeper. As valuable as these memories might be long term, she had more important matters at hand.

"Yeah, yeah. We're all doomed, entropy is running. Tell me something I haven't heard," she says sourly as Dairine gets back on her feet, hands tight around Spot. The laptop is still glowing intensely blue, an indication of spells in the works. "So why are you contributing to it rather than doing something about it?"