"Him being gone won't help any of those people. Where do you want to stash him, Pink? Where do you think we can get to that the entire police can't reach?" There's frustrated, raw anger in her voice, building as she goes. "The only way he gets away clean is if they don't know he took it. That's not possible. So now the way to keep him perfectly safe is ending his life. People don't take the Fall for less!"

"But we have the fucking divine fire. Proof of their misdeeds. Right this second, they can't come down hard, they don't know what we're going to do with it. Might be we just want some money. But the second we come off as driven by ideals, it becomes existential for the police that we [i]stop existing[/i]. And the only way we come out of that alive, the only way, is killing these gods."

She closes her eyes, intensity dropping away as her tentacles loosen up from the tight curls they'd worked themselves into. "It's such a damn long shot. But just by having this proof, Marco's dead. I'm dead. I don't know about you two, they might not trace it that far, and if you want to not have this sword hanging over your head I get it. Bail and cover your tracks. But I'm not going to leave him out in the cold because it's convenient, and I'm not going to advocate for anything less than abolition, tomorrow. Trust me that I'll keep Marco as safe as I can, but either come up with a place we can put him without ending what life he has and know that the police won't get there, or just let me play my role and focus on burning down an institution."