[The green ones she deals with herself. She can tell which one Mhairi is, floating up somewhere near the ceiling. The rest die, as she pulls her consciousness away from them.]

[She breathes out, and finally her mind seems like her own again. Whatever that was... she was nowhere near ready for it. If that's how Lucifer felt over his creation, then she didn't want to know.]

I'm sorry, Jack. [She turns to him, squeezes his hand. She wonders if they'll remember the event afterward.] I know you probably would have come to help, whether or not I forced you to. But this was faster, I think. I'm sorry. I really am. [She can feel the hatred in his mind.] I hope you'll understand.