"Oh I am fully aware that we can't permanently die here. This just isn't the first time I've exploded," Magne snaps back at her, stuck in that pissed off state at least for the time being. "And it's that child-murdering filth that we need to have a talk about, you little shit."

The shape of Magne, a little bit more amorphous than her now annihilated body, approaches Vika's in the new clearing, a finger poking against the ball of her shoulder like it'll do anything at all.

"I don't care what your logic is, you do not just go around intimidating and killing the people that matter to me. You have no goddamn manners."