Gone. It was all gone. How many times was this going to happen?

No. No, this is what was best. They'd dealt their enemies a large blow and gotten as many people out as they could. That had to be enough. But Marjara could still be found tucked into a corner, idly rubbing the wrist of her new, gleaming metal arm, staring off into the middle-distance.

None the worse for wear, at a glance.