"Hey. Hey, the roof."
He's had an idea.
"We can take it down. The roof. We make the roof collapse."
The kid looks at him. He's still crumpled on the floor. The girl's up. Cyclonis is still moaning in a heap, at the base of the machine.
The girl pauses. "I dunno..."
"Got any other ideas?" he barks.
"Fine. We do it. But what about...?" She nods towards Cyclonis.
He looks at his master, at the dark pools of violet that make up her eyes, at her slim and delicate frame.
And then he sees the magenta crystal in her pale and sickly hands.
"Not everyone can be saved," he concludes.
"Then let's do it."