Pheres pulls free from her and is stepping after Hinnom before she can even react. "Goodbye!" he calls over his shoulder, waspish, like he thinks they're the ones being foolish.

"You can't outrun a culling sweep," she says, and the fear is rubbing off. She feels sick to her stomach, and grateful when Riccin moves to intercept them: they're going to get themselves culled, trying to escape. That's how you die. "You'll be fine! You'll both be fine, just --"

The world goes bright, bleaching out, and she thinks lightning must've struck, because the air feels heavy with something. Then the colour comes inching back, and she realises it's just Pheres, sparking like when she first saw him.

It's worse now, though, and the sparks are bright enough that it hurts to look at them. The first flare was the worst, and it's already dying down, like he can't quite sustain.. whatever it is that he's trying to do. "Please stop," she hisses, glancing towards the distance. She can hear something buzzing. If the drones arrive and find them all fighting...

She isn't sure what'll happen. But it'll probably be bad.