[and Lina... she's. Lina is strong like this, she can tell, but she's. this isn't the same. this is something different, and she's not... she doesn't like this, she doesn't want to have someone else's magic, she wants her own strength back, and even if she's all but forced to take the sword from the strange floating—the djinn? who somehow got her sword from her, she's not. comfortable with this. she's. her eyes look at her younger friend.]

I don't want it. [her voice is weak, like the rest of her, and her sword feels much heavier than she's used to; it clunks against the ground. if she's supposed to get his fire magic then it's... then this isn't her element. this isn't her.]

I want my strength back, Al. I need it back. [she doesn't like this, but she doesn't know what else to give. what else to offer.] We can't... we can't kill whoever took it. That's not something we do.