Lyta knew when she was beat. She wasn't stupid. She had nothing left. Her vision was swimming, black spots blurring her vision. Her head pounded ferociously, she could hear the throbs. She didn't know if she could get out of there, at least not without help. She was swaying on her feet, stomach clenching...

"Right," she said, wheeling away and struggling to keep her balance. As long as Envy was running too, she'd get out of there. She wouldn't leave him.