After a few hours of resting, a bit of some of Frenda's personal form of hangover treatment(which involved a disgusting cocktail that for some reason involved orange juice and a raw egg among other things), and a long, cold shower, Saten was far more fit for public appearance. Frenda was remarkably gentle with her, letting her rest and generally not doing much beyond lounge around the hotel room and occasionally wandering out to get snacks from the vending machine and watching TV on low volume while Saten tried to lay down and let the hangover blow over, wrapped in a cocoon of a comforter. Her phone was dead, so she wasn't sure if anyone had tried to contact her since the other day, though the dark voices in her head kept telling her no one would have bothered.

Shiage, as she now officially knew the young man's name, eventually showed up with some fresh clothes for her after Frenda got her sizes, as her previous nights clothes were still soaked beyond wearability. Frenda chased him out of the room after he dropped off the clothes, crawling onto the bed where Saten was currently cocooned in the comforter.

"How you feeling?" She asked, pulling some of the blanket back to look at her face. Saten let out a minor groan at her.

"Better…" she admitted quietly. She held the comforter closer to her body, feeling remarkably vulnerable, especially since Frenda was dressed and she wasn't. Frenda smiled at her and pet her head.

"Wanna go shopping then?" She gave a large toothy grin at the girl. "Or… could always go for round two…" Frenda purred at her. Saten found herself squeaking out in surprise as she felt Frenda's hand had suddenly found itself having snaked into the comforter and found itself resting on her abs faster than she could even notice.

"Damn girl, your abs are rock solid." Frenda admired, momentarily distracted as her hand began to caress and feel up poor flustered Saten's physique, her eyes glancing down at the blanket where the said abs were concealed.

"Shopping! Shopping sounds great!" Saten said quickly, blushing fiercely and slightly panicky. Frenda giggled loudly, leaning over and kissing Saten's cheek before pulling her hand back.

"Then you better get dressed." Frenda said, pointing at where the new clothes were folded by the heater. Saten wiggled her way over to them, using the comforter as a shield, Frenda giggling the whole time as she watched the bashful Saten do her best to hide herself from Frenda.

"You know, Ruiko. There really isn't much point in hiding from me. I've seen just about every inch of you." Frenda said, and there was a kind of unintelligible noise from the comfortable lump.

"J-just shut up!" Saten grumbled, sounding beyond embarrassed as she got dressed under the blanket, wiggling her way out, dressed in a sweater and long skirt and flats, her face burning red. Frenda gave her a thumbs of approval as she stepped out.

"Lookin' good." Frenda said with approval, tugging her phone out and checking it real quick, sending out a quick text before giving her attention back to Saten. "Ready?"

Saten gave her a bit of a nod, still shifting around a little and nursing a slight headache, grabbing a couple more painkillers from the table and taking them, hoping they'd ease the headache. She met Frenda at the door who handed her a water bottle.

"Drink." She winked at her as she led her out the door. "Come on, sexy."

Frenda was, admittedly, confused. Above all else, with herself. Sure, she liked to look out for her friends, and she liked helping people. Just like she liked money! And sex. And beer. And life's little pleasures. Like nice clothes. And explosives.

But as she watched Ruiko kneel down at a street vendors goods and browse the Indian Poker cards available, pondering with her weird tastes what she might want, she genuinely wonder what in the world she was doing. She had already gone to some pretty extreme measures to help Ruiko out, taking her to one of ITEM's safehouses to rest and recover, and then having a wild night of sex and drinking, and maintaining their friendship even after finding out how close her relationship with Railgun was.

She was a security liability. The most basic, logical course of action after finding out her connection with someone that dangerous would have been to sever all ties and ghost her, or leave her at the bottom of the harbor.

The problem was, the first thought she didn't want to do, and the second thought made her want to vomit, and filled her with disgusted self-loathing. She thought after all these years of hard and brutal practice she'd long since managed to push her conscience firmly out of her mind, but apparently that was not the case. It wasn't like Frenda was some kind of baby-choking monster, ITEM wasn't typically hired to kill weaklings, they were way too expensive for that. They were hired to go after some of the deadliest and most vicious killers in this city.

Didn't mean that Frenda didn't accept that the bodies Frenda had left behind in her wake didn't have families. Or friends. Or people they cared about. Everyone did. Everyone…

"Frenda?"

Frenda's head snapped up out of her train of thought as she looked at Ruiko's face. Up at her face, that is. Goddamn was that girl tall. Frenda stood at about five feet and a few inches, but Ruiko… god damn, girl. Frenda had to crane her neck a bit.

"Hey, zoned out a bit. Find something you like?" She asked, smirking up at her, putting on her cheerful smile.

"Yeah, several. A few urban legend scenario's, this one supposedly teaches you how to be a pro rock-paper-scissors player, another one is awesome for hop-scotch, and this one is supposed to teach you to be fluent in Norwegian!" She explained as she sorted through them. That last one caught her attention.

"Norwegian?" Frenda raised an eyebrow at her. Ruiko blushed a bit and glanced away.

"Well, you know, you're from Norway, so I thought it'd be kind of cool to learn it…" She muttered quietly as she tucked the cards away into her pocket, looking a bit bashful.

"You're so precious." Frenda snickered at her, moving to her tiptoes to reach and kissing Ruiko's cheek. Before Ruiko could respond, Frenda slipped away, moving further down the street. It didn't take long for her to catch up with Frenda, who had paused to window shop at a random clothing store. Ruiko stopped next to her, looking into the window, biting her lip, uncertain as she shifted around on her feet, tugging at the sleeve of her sweater anxiously. Frenda was mostly pretending not to notice as she watched out of the corner of her eye. Why was she so anxious all of a sudden? Was she teasing her too much?

"H-hey Frenda." Ruiko said quietly, glancing down at older teenager. "Um… Can we… talk about last night?"

"Hm? Sure. What do you wanna talk about?" Frenda offered, shifting her attention back over to Ruiko, moving to hug her from behind. Ruiko visibly stiffened as she did this. It was just another move from her playbook, something Frenda did on instinct. It was actually a bit weird that she was attracted to Ruiko at all. She was typically only in to older women, but Ruiko was so tall and developed, maybe that was why. A slight shrug was all the thought she gave it as she pressed her face into Ruiko's back and placed a hand against her abs again, caressing them a bit inappropriately.

Ruiko, to her credit, didn't let up. "W-what is this? What are we? Like… Is this going to be something?" Ruiko asked quietly. Part of Frenda realized that, in her drunken state, she may have made an error in judgement. She might not have jumped Ruiko's bones had she been sober. Still, she HIGHLY doubted Ruiko wanted anything from her, especially something as insane as a relationship(who would date her?)- she just didn't want to hear from Frenda that Frenda was just using her as a one-stop-shop for a good time like a slut when she was emotionally vulnerable. Which to be fair, was absolutely not what she bad been intending! Frenda just got a bit… horny when she drank. Which in retrospect, she really should have considered before getting hammered. Hindsight was twenty-twenty. Shiage should have reminded her. So, really, wasn't this his fault?

"Well, Ruiko, do you want it to be something?" Frenda asked gingerly, squeezing her around her abs, letting the question hang. There, that was open ended. Now all Ruiko had to do was tell her no. "I mean, I wasn't using yo-" She began to say softly, but was cut off by Ruiko who blurted out something that froze Frenda mid-sentence.

"WhatifIdo?" Ruiko said suddenly, so fast that the words blended together. Frenda just found herself frozen entirely, capable of doing nothing but rapidly blinking as she replayed those words in her head.

"Um… huh?" Frenda finally managed to get out, looking up at the back of Ruiko's head. Ruiko didn't turn to look at her, she was just stiff and shaking.

"U-um, h-hey, I think there's a diner down there, I'm gonna go see if there's any room for us to sit down!" And with that, Ruiko dashed down and out of Frenda's grasp, leaving a stunned blonde in the middle of the sidewalk with her jaw hanging down. Frenda had… had not been expecting that. This whole day had just gotten a lot more confusing and a lot more surprising. She turned and rubbed the back of her head, trying to think of what to do, what to say to process this… and was immediately distracted.

A pair of men were walking down the sidewalk in her direction. Professionals. She leaned forward to admire the goods in the window as a spare hand went underneath her skirt, reaching into nothingness as a pair of pyramid shaped explosives appeared where there had originally been nothing but air. Rival agency? Maybe. She braced herself as they got nearer to her… Nearer…

And they passed. Good. She sighed a bit, happy that her little day out with Ruiko wasn't going to be spoiled by having to blow some idiots faces off. She stood up a bit straighter as she turned to look toward the girl in question who was standing by the front window of the diner she'd mentioned. She looked a bit flustered still, like some goofy dork. Frenda let her guard relax as she found herself smiling. Smiling like some idiot. Today was so weird.

"Oh, Ruiko-" It all happened in an instant. A passing van turned off the street and onto the sidewalk in front of Ruiko. The two men she'd pegged as professionals both pulled gas rebreathers out and covered their faces as one pulled a can out and sprayed Ruiko in the face- she was out in an instant.

Frenda was over fifty feet away. She wasn't close enough for any of her small explosives to be in range, and any longer range ones risked blowing Ruiko apart. As they grabbed Ruiko and pulled her into the van, three words echoed in her minds, three words she'd heard so many years ago but still haunted her almost every night she didn't drink.

"Take Fremea! Run!"

Frenda felt her eyes go wide with unfathomable rage in an instant. Her phone was in her hand before she knew it.

"SHIAGE! CAR! 35TH STREET! NOW!" She barked, feeling that murderous urge building up inside of her as she watched that van tear off down the road.

Ruiko's head was swimming as she tried to focus her thoughts, but all she could remember was something getting sprayed in her face and then her vision just getting thrown into a wash machine with how much it was tossing and turning.

She heard men around her, but couldn't make out what they were saying, and primordial fear filled her. What were their intentions? What were they going to do to her?

Those thoughts filled her mind for longer than she could bear before they were interrupted by an ear-splitting explosion. Shouts and screams filled the air, and Ruiko could only wonder what was happening…

"DIE DIE DIE!" Frenda was not in a merciful mood as she crushed a man's neck up against the side of the van with her secretly steel-reinforced shoe, pinning him against it as he gurgled. She threw one of her pyramid shaped explosives to her side as one man turned the corner around the van, catching the small burst right in the face, making a gurgling sound as he fell onto the ground, clutching at the remnants of what was once his face.

Pulling her foot back and letting the man drop, she leaped into the back of the van, spotting Ruiko. She leaned down and looked her over. "Good, at least the kidnappers weren't also rapist scumbags. Or at least, not yet." She hissed. She pulled off the blindfold, tugging out one of her explosive sharp pens, popping the chain of the handcuffs around her wrists as Ruiko began to come too.

"W-what's going on?" She said drowsily, Frenda pulling her out of the van.

"No idea!" Frenda admitted, wondering what in the world a professional organization might want with Ruiko of all people. She wasn't exactly high on the list of priority targets. Hostage to get at Railgun? Yeah, maybe. Seemed flimsy though. "Come on, let's walk the sedative out of your system." Frenda hurried her out of the construction zone Frenda had managed to pin the van into with some well-timed hand-propelled missiles. Shiage had to take the long way around after he'd driven her here and his car had served as her missile platform on the above highway.

"W-what happened?" Ruiko asked tiredly as she looked around through the dust and smoke that filled the area, trying to focus as she saw human figures lying on the ground.

"Violence." Frenda said flatly as she pulled Ruiko along angrily. Ruiko's eyes widened as she began to focus, though she was quickly pulled out of sight of the bodies before she got a good look.

"Frenda! Were those, were those people-?" She asked in a gasp as they got onto the street, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

"Probably." Frenda said with just as much flatness as before. "Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe. They aren't going to give up that easily." She said, her eyes darting around as they vanished further into the crowds.

"B-but why?" Ruiko asked as they disappeared into a sprawling shopping complex, keeping pace with ease, her strides longer than Frenda's.

"You don't kidnap someone in broad daylight like that and just give up because some underlings get whacked, trust me. I have some places you can lie low-"

"Why did you kill those people, Frenda!?" Ruiko snapped, thankfully the crowds too loud during the holiday season to hear her. Frenda paused in her strides.

"Look around you, Ruiko. What do you see?" She asked, her tone harsh. Their hands were still together, and Frenda could feel Ruiko's hand shaking. "I see people living carefree lives, pretending this city is pure and pretty and free and nice and CLEAN. Pretending this city isn't what it IS. Disgusting and ugly and a prison and cruel and FILTHY." Frenda had her head bowed, her eyes concealed in the shadow of her bangs, partially facing away from Ruiko.

"I killed them because this city has made me what I am, Ruiko." Frenda turned to fully face her, looking up at her. "I am a monster who kills people, because this city is a totalitarian hellhole where every person is either ignorant of reality, or forced to find some semblance of comfort in this torture we have to endure in the name of progress as those in power have decided progress is going to go. We're slaves, Ruiko. We don't get to choose in any meaningful way. We can only grab at our small creature comforts they let us have, and poke at our little acts of rebellion they let us have so that we better obey." Frenda paused in her self-pitying monologue to lean forward before she chuckled, before bursting into a full out laugh.

"Oh geez, look at me, letting myself get all worked up. Whatever, it doesn't matter." She threw some hair out of her face, smiling once again.

"I killed them because I wanted to help you. That's all. If I hadn't, they likely would have just dumped your corpse in the harbor once they were done with you. This city does that sort of thing to people."

"B-but… why me?" Ruiko said softly, staring down at the ground, their hands still holding, Ruiko's hand still shaking. Frenda stared up at her, trying to think of what to say. She opened her mouth to respond. Searing pain followed.

Ruiko's head shot up as something warm splattered across her face. Her free hand reached up and touched her cheek, pulling away and looking as she saw the red liquid that had struck it.

Frenda stumbled as she looked down at the bullet hole that had just carved its way through her left shoulder, the opposite shoulder from the holding hand.

"Oh… fuck…" Frenda cursed, sweat pouring down her brow. "RUN!"

There was something surreal about running through a holiday season shopping mall filled with smiling faces that were briskly unaware of a sniper hunting a pair of teenage girls. Frenda was trailing blood behind her and was more and more relying on Ruiko as she grew weaker.

"Shit, shit, shit…" Frenda cursed as they continued to run. "Quick, in here!" Frenda quickly turned into the toy store, diving into one of the aisles. Her left arm hung uselessly, strength devoid from it after the blood loss. "I haven't spotted anything." Frenda grimaced. She'd been trying to find sniper kill zones since she'd started taking fire, but so far had had no luck whatsoever.

"What do we do?" Ruiko asked next to her, both of them staying low in the aisle as Frenda peeked out.

"Play dirty." Frenda said, pulling a stuffed animal out of her skirt and placing it down onto the shelf, attaching a wire to it and connecting the wire to the other end of the shelving.

"RUN!" Frenda said, pushing Ruiko with one hand as they dashed. The pair sprinted out a side entrance of the department of the mall. Ruiko followed her lead, dashing through several other departments and stores, up and down emergency staircases.

"This is so weird! We haven't even seen them! How do we know they are still on to us? Or that we're making any progress!?" Ruiko yelled, panting as they slowed down. They were high up now, one of the more sparsely populated levels of the mall, a large stone railing circling an enormous hole opening looking down at the central plaza.

"Kind of the downside to fighting a sniper." Frenda gasped out, not looking so hot from the blood dripping down her arm, the loss of blood draining her significantly. The pair walked a few steps before Frenda paused in terror. Ruiko followed her eyes, spotting a doll sitting on the railing. The same doll she'd placed in the toy store.

"RUIKO GET DO-" A bullet whizzed through the doll, but no explosion came, instead a bullet collided into Frenda's right ear, sending her onto the ground grinding her teeth in pain. Ruiko dove onto the ground trying to avoid further fire.

"I don't know who this fucker is, but I HATE THEM." Frenda hissed, clutching her shredded ear.

"Frenda… you need to leave." Ruiko whispered quietly. Frenda froze as she stared at Ruiko. Ruiko looked determined as she stared back at Frenda.

"They're after me. You need to run away. I'll run in the opposite direction. You run away. OK?" Ruiko stared at her, and Frenda could only scowl at her, getting angry.

"You're stupid, they're going to just fucking kill you-"

"Please." Ruiko said in a begging voice. "Please, just let my life be worth something. You've killed people, but I have too, and I somehow felt I had the right to judge you. So please… just let me do this." Frenda felt that spark of anger in her chest again and she was not having this self-pitying bullshit. She grabbed Ruiko by her sweaters neck and pulled her down to the ground and kissed her. She held it for as long as she felt comfortable that she wasn't going to get shot in the head.

"Look, bitch. We're gonna have a long, stupid conversation after this about your self-pitying bullshit. For now, we've got a sniper to explode into bloody chunks." She used Ruiko to force herself onto her feet, pulling Ruiko toward the emergency stairs again quickly, ducking as she felt bullets whiz past her hairline. With some effort, and some close calls, they made it there.

As they took a moment in the dark stairway, with nothing but the redlight to keep them company, she looked to Ruiko as she shoved an armful of something at her.

"Now here's what we're going to do…"

Yumiya Rakko was not the type of girl you would mistake for someone dangerous. She smiled as she blended with the holiday crowds, browsing the various gifts and present supplies that all the smiling children were so cheerfully begging their parents for.

All while hunting her prey with the most sadistic of glee.

She felt the pressurized-air-powered collapsible rifle attached to her back that she used for her sniping. She'd been hunting those two girls for the better part of three hours, and she had so enjoyed the anguish on their faces. She had been told to keep the younger one intact if possible. But her master didn't need them alive, only their heads if it was impossible. Still… it was best not to displease him. He was… easily angered.

Nonetheless, that mad bomber girl was so reckless. Constantly trying to blow her up, nearly uncaring who she might catch in the crossfire, but so messy and sloppy. The blood loss must be getting to her. Oh, she was going to drag this out a bit longer. Maybe take out all her limbs, make her crawl and beg for death… that sounded fun.

If her nose was right- and it always was- then the girls had migrated down to the ground floor, likely trying to make for the street. She'd herd them back toward the center, leave them crying in despa-

Wait… one of them had circled back? They were… She had lost them. That could only mean they were headed toward her. Why would they head BACK toward her? Were they suicidal? It was no matter.

She brushed her brunette hair back as she waited and watched for her prey to make their way to her… Oh. Oh no.

It was the younger teen. The primary target. And she was carrying an armful of… dolls. Of those dolls. Of those highly explosive dolls that freak bomber had been planting all over the mall! Her eyes widened as she saw the timer on them, clicking away, and on pure instinct dove away behind a pillar as they moved toward zero. She covered her ears and waited, and nothing happened. Only as she waited did she realize her mistake.

"Oh no…"

"FOUND YOU!"

The sniper turned to see said angry mad bomber rushing at her, leaping into the air, and planting both steel-reinforced steel boots into her face. Rakko staggered back as she slammed into the ground, her precious nose firmly shattered as she rolled onto the ground. Staggering onto her feet, she didn't have long to rest before she found a fist firmly planted into her gut. This one came from the younger, taller girl, and at that moment, Rakko instantly regretted not disabling that girl.

She was a young, amateurish, inexperienced girl. She had no idea how to throw a punch or fight. But her stomach did not know that, as she hit with all the force her superior height and strength gave her as Rakko collapsed and vomited up the liquid in her stomach. She forced herself to move, diving out of the way of several pyramid shaped explosives thrown by Frenda, landing in a large fountain at the center of the plaza. She dove out, trying to aim her arm at one of the girls, trying to align her rifle in time.

"TIME TO DIE, BITCH!" Frenda roared as she tossed every stuffed animal that Ruiko had been carrying at the stunned sniper. The sniper just looked confused why she was throwing the decoys, her eyes widening with realization.

"EXACTLY!" Frenda pulled out a detonator, revealing that while the timers were duds- the bombs most definitely were not. With a click of a button, a deafening explosion echoed through the building as water sprayed in every direction.

The explosion echoed through the room for awhile as the victorious pair slowly felt that adrenaline rush pump through them, turning to grin at each other. Victory was so sweet.

Until stolen, at least.

Watery steps were heard, causing both to turn, as their enemy staggered out of the cloud of smoke. Her arm was mangled, and half her face was entirely blown off it seemed.

"How the fuck are you even still alive!?" Frenda asked in pure disbelief.

"You think death scares me more than my master?" She said, slowly raising a revolver she had pulled from behind her back, her shoulder mounted rifle damaged beyond use. Her hand was shaky, looking like she was barely able to stand, let alone fight. "I… cannot… fail…" She said in gurgling, labored gasps. Frenda and Ruiko stiffened as they readied themselves, Frenda herself looking like she was about to collapse onto the ground herself.

"I do think that is enough, Yumiya." Said a flat, annoyed voice.

All the angry, determined bravado to kill them, in an instant, vanished from the sniper. She dropped the revolver onto the ground as her body began to shake violently. Not out of weakness or pain, but pure, utter terror. A young man, likely a bit older than Frenda, walked out of the smoke. He was dressed in dark brown dress pants and coat, with a black dress shirt. A handsome man, approachable even. His expression was fairly neutral as he checked his cell phone before he tucked it away.

He stopped next to the sniper who seemed frozen in place, her eyes frozen wide in terror, tears streaming down her face as she dared not look at the man who'd just arrived.

"S-Sir, I… I can-" she began to say, before the man glanced at her.

"Are you still making me deal with you?" He said coldly, his eyes looking deadly. Those words alone made her breath catch in her threat before she seemed to freeze, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she seemed to collapse and lose consciousness out of raw fear.

Ruiko and Frenda could only stare at the display, fear tainting both of them. Who was this man who could inspire such terror in someone with just a look?

"Now then. You two." He turned his attention to the battered and beaten Ruiko and Frenda.

"You will be coming along so I can find out what you know." He stated simply, sliding one hand into his pocket. His expression looked almost bored.

"Uh, how about go fuck yourself?" Frenda offered in exchange, starting to back away toward one of the large holes in the walls that had been made during her explosive detonations. Ruiko mirrored her motion, sliding her feet backward, preparing to dash toward Frenda to grab her and run- she didn't think Frenda could run much in her current state.

"That was not a question. That was not an offer. That was a statement of reality." The man said in a cold, brutal voice." He raised his unpocketed hand, and as he did so, Ruiko could have sworn she saw wings behind him. In an instant, out of seemingly thin air, bone-white cabling seemed to conjure forth out of the nothingness just above the man and launch toward them, writhing around to grab at them.

This was it. They were done for. There was nothing they could do. And at that moment, Ruiko and Frenda both felt it- static… and heat.

First a massive thunderclap rang through the air, and concrete blasted apart as something faster than the eye could see blew apart the cabling aiming for Ruiko, arcs of electricity trailing behind the projectile as it crashed into the wall behind the man and decimating it.

And just milliseconds after, the stone above Frenda melted apart into molten slag, an emerald beam of light searing through and incinerating the intruding ivory appendage into charcoal as a new hole was pierced through the building.

The girls spun around as a pair of unlikely reinforcements came through, neither of them looking pleased by the sight before them, or by the individual whom they seemed to be standing beside, even if "beside" meant fifty feet from.

"Well, well, well…" The man said, smirking as he looked at the new arrival. First to his right at Ruiko and the girl behind him leaning on her forearm crutch.

"The Railgun of Tokiwadai, the girl who defeated Accelerator and Meltdowner. Misaka Mikoto, the Third Ranked Level 5 of Academy City." He smirked before turning his attention to the next, at Frenda and the woman who stood above and behind her on some rubble.

"And Meltdowner of ITEM, Mugino Shizuri, The Fourth Ranked Level 5 of Academy City." He grinned, seeming to enjoy comparing the two, if only to stoke the fires of rivalry.

"What are the odds, huh." His cheerful facade fell from his face almost instantly. "If you know what's best for you, you'll get out of my way." He said without a hint of compassion or mercy in his tone. "My ambition has no place for patience for you insects."

"Friend of yours?" Mikoto asked Mugino, who replied by flicking her brunette hair angrily and flipping the teenager off.

"Shut it, brat. I've never seen them before in my life. Who the hell do you think you are, picking fights with my subordinates?!" She summoned forth several emerald orbs floating over her shoulders, scowling down at the cocky, ambitious man.

"How rude of me… I should introduce myself."

Frenda and Ruiko had both taken the opportunity to retreat further toward the back behind the Level 5's, and toward the exit, all of them wanting to be far, far away from what instinct told them was impending disaster. And Ruiko… Ruiko just wasn't ready to face Mikoto, and had no idea how Mikoto had found her. Frenda had no idea how Mugino had found her and was not about to complain.

"I… am Kakine Teitoku." He grinned, opening his arms out wide to his sides as angelic wings seemed to conjure from his back, three on each side for six in all. "Also known as Dark Matter. I am Academy City's Second Ranked Level 5." His grin widened as he saw the alarm spread across both Mugino and Mikoto's faces.

"Do try not to die too quickly."