*That’s a terrible thing to say. It’s quite true, but terrible. Watch out, I see a hand lighting up. If I were you, I’d—*

*Too late.*

*That … OK, that is gross. That was one of my favourite legs. Could you stop screaming, please? Could you pay attention? They’re closing in. Another hand is lighting up. Valkyrie? Stop screaming and look—*

*Wow. That was a good shot. I know, I know, we no longer have a left arm below the elbow, but did you see that shot? Textbook.*

Help.

*Sorry? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your own screaming.*

Help me.

*Sure. Let me take over.*

Heal me.

*I will, absolutely. I’ll reattach that leg and regrow that arm and I’ll even regrow the chunk of ear that cow bit off. Just step aside and let me at the controls.*