"Havana, I should have known-"

"You should have known that the reason why you have no confidence in your own reasoning..."

Insects shoot out of the terrain as a spike, striking the flat of Klaus' sword so hard his wrist snaps and the weapon is flung away. A second spike ejected from the ground and pierces Klaus' wrists, binding them together in a bloody stab, and meriting a cry of pain from him. As flesh-eating bugs rapidly degrade the skin and muscle which construct his hands, ripping them away with vigorous pincers and cavernous holes of teeth, Havana delivers the decisive blow with a beetle-like shield grown from her forehead bashed against his face, tearing his hands from the limbs to which they were attached, and knocking Klaus down.

"... is because you rely on your friends to have that confidence for you."

Klaus struggles in the face of her philosophy, building up his steel-make magic over his profusely bleeding arms to stem the heavy flow, and attempting to stand.

Unfortunately, his recovery is interrupted by a mass of Havana's insects invading his legs. They swarm much faster than their bout against Zura, a black flood overtaking Klaus up to his neck seemingly the moment after they first touched his boot.

Klaus is stuck to the ground, buried in invertebrates, helpless against their crawling dominance.

"You may have lived if dependence had not weakened your will."

"H-Havana-"

"Now darkness is all you will see as atonement for your sinful lust for companionship."

The centipedes shut his eyelids, the flies colonized his nostrils, the spiders made homes in his hair.