"Heh. You think your infanticide is going to tolerate you delaying work on the island to buy him more time? That gonna sit well with his misplaced conscience?" Vika stops pacing and glares at Magne with her good eye. "You seem to be under the impression that I value my life at all. I don't. This isn't my first time, or my second time, or my seventieth time, or my nine hundredth time. I stopped counting after a thousand. There's always another shell. You go after Bart and you'll deal with worse than me, the reprisals alone will plunge this wretched island into civil war."

She gestures out at the devastation. "And all the while, every time your magnetic whatever lets you kill me at all, you're coring the place. Don't try the bravado with me. You don't play the sadist well enough for me to buy it. I'll tell you what I told him: I get a better plan, or I go back home and kill them all."