Bonesaw was in the middle of a delicate procedure. The basic idea was to take two people, back-to-back, and operate to have their share a spine, with their spinal cords interlaced. The end result would be that each brain was controlling the other person's body, a body it could neither see nor sense spatially. If all went well, the two of them would relearn to walk by the end of the day!
There was a pounding of footsteps outside the trailer. Spiderbots all around the room tensed, programming urging them to prepare for a threat, but Bonesaw didn't so much as twitch. Someone looking to capture or kill her wasn't an excuse for sloppy work, and if they made the mistake of ruining her subject in the conflict to come, she would make her ire known. The footsteps grew louder, and then quite suddenly, Sibby burst through the door with all the grace of a freight train, covered in a thin layer of gore. Her eyes spoke of an urgency not to be denied. She crossed the room at frightening speed and reached for Riley.
"What's going on?" Bonesaw asked, almost completely unconcerned. Whatever it was, the Siberian hadn't foregone her bloodstained aesthetic, when she could've easily discarded it. And now that she was here, no matter how dangerous the threat was, Riley would be safe. Nothing could hurt her while she was within the greyscale woman's grasp. She glanced behind Sibby, to see if she could detect any incoming threat, and something was...off. The door was splintered, but like it had been kicked in. There should've been a Sibby-shaped hole in it, like out of Looney Tunes. That's what happened when she was really in a hurry. Unfortunately for her, this realization came about a second too late. Bonesaw got the most peculiar feeling, like someone had picked her up by the scruff off the neck like a kitten and was whisking her away somewhere - somewhere almost certainly deep in space.
The sudden change in sensory input sent her reeling. The vacuum was of no concern: some transparent covers for her orifices, an internal air supply to keep her blood's oxygen levels high - even the fact that she seemed to be tumbling in freefall wouldn't wreak havoc on her inner ear. Similarly, while there was an extremely bright light somewhere far below her, her eyes had long since been adjusted to handle immense flashbang attacks. Finally, that same light was emitting quite an intense heat, and in the vacuum of space there was nowhere for the heat already in her body to go. But some gene tweaks and an implant or two had left her body far more heat resistant than most. She could walk through the Valley of Death without so much as sweating, if she chose. Bonesaw was, for all intents and purposes, perfectly fine.
Right around then, Sibby pushed her away, drifting further and further until there was maybe thirty feet between them. As Bonesaw watched, her form melted away, leaving that of some kind of lizard-person. Their scales were a dull white with flecks of red - not entirely unlike Sibby had appeared to be, just moments before. Their reptillian eyes bored into her own, as if looking for something.
For a moment, Riley tried to evaluate this strange figure, size them up, see if she could take them. But before that train of thought got very far along the tracks, she derailed it. It was all just missing the forest for the trees, she realized. She was in space. This person had teleported them far - far enough she couldn't even see the Earth. A quick check confirmed her suspicions: the part of her brain that was always thinking of new ideas for her art was silent, for the first time since she'd met Jack. That meant whoever this case 53 was, they too were now powerless. The two of them floating in the void until done in by either biology or - Riley glanced down - simple physics.
The lizard-person spoke - or, well, tried to speak. Obviously, the vacuum prevented any words from reaching her ears. They must've realized this quickly, for their lips soon stilled. Some part of Bonesaw thought she should say something too, but what would be the point? Last words, heard by noone? A prayer to a God that had almost certainly long-since abandoned her? So she remained silent.
Durge finished the Bhaalist Eulogy. It was a short, simple prayer. Spoken for fellow spawn and worthy killers, friend or foe alike. This child - Bonesaw - had most certainly earned that much acknowledgement. To be so accomplished at her age...it was both impressive, and gutwrenching.
None of the others could be here. None had both the heart and the capability to do what needed doing. No matter her deeds, they would only ever see the face of a child, would seek to provide her the chance to redeem herself. But Durge knew better than any how difficult that path was to walk...and how you couldn't force someone to walk it. Hers was a tragic tale, a story of a girl forcibly turned into a villain against her wishes. But a villain she was, through and through. There was far too much Orin in her. Whatever time it would require to help her reform was time she would spend doing everything in her power to wipe humanity off the face of the planet.
Durge raised their claw and focused their mind. Gale had been kind enough to set up a Teleportation Circle, and provided everyone with scrolls just in case. Durge preferred relying on their own magic, of course, but it was best to play things safe. Aiming for an established circle was always better than just guessing.
With the snap of their claws, they disappeared, leaving the young Tinker to fall into the sun alone.