"There's something in there or you wouldn't have gotten this far," you murmur softly. "I won't kill you, Seraphina."
The pure relief in her wracking sob is almost heartbreaking.
Almost.
You touch the flat of your blade to the side of her head and send a surge of death down it, letting the death-in-steel of Sleep's blade convert it to stillness and quiet. The nephilim stiffens, then slumps over, and you stop feeding the blade.
You'd expected Sleep to take more out of you, but it doesn't. It's remarkably easy to use it for this, and you're not sure how you feel about that.
"What did you do to her?" Tina asks, her voice small and afraid.
"I made her face every bad thing about herself and her life that she's ever avoided," you answer. "I don't think she was ready."
It takes some wiggling, but you get the chain down Seraphina's legs and off of her body.
"Lora?" you say, holding it. "It's River."
Freezing fog billows into the room, extinguishing Tina's wards. Lora steps from it, her arms folded across her chest. "Is there a reason that shackle is still intact?" the angel asks, coldly.
"I want to know what you're going to do with Seraphina," you tell her.
"Her fate is none of my affair, I think. I intend on giving her back to her father. And giving /him/ a piece of my mind."
> ...Alright (release Lora)
> No (propose another idea)