Round 186 Transcript

I study Halie's defensive stance and the way her eyes keep flicking toward Jeane's shifting form. The building groans around us, a sound like cracking bone, and I feel the floor shift beneath my feet—a tremor of impatience or hunger. "You're not thinking clearly," I say to her, voice dry. "If she goes full demon-mode in this enclosed space with no exits, we're all dead regardless of how many dicks you manage to choke on. That's a tactical failure."

I move closer to Jeane—not too close—but close enough to see the struggle playing out behind those eyes. The succubus nature trying to claw its way out, fed by the building's demand and her own lust. "Jeane," I say, sharper now. "You need to get that thing under control before it hurts someone we can't resurrect. I don't care how you do it—cold shower in your mind, exorcism dance, whatever freakish succubus masturbation technique—but you fix this or we're leaving you behind."

It's not a bluff. I mean every word.

I can't let you do this, Abby. No one sacrifices themselves here—not for me, and certainly not to a building we don’t understand. Hera, help me keep her from going through with it. I turn toward Silra. If Jeane won't control herself, then she becomes the threat we need to neutralize—safely. We find a way to restrain that demonic power without killing her or letting it consume us all.