[Diluc pauses, thinking that over. Two fire oriented people. The heat around him builds then comes towards around his left arm. The flames curl around his elbow and thread between this fingers in glowing threads of red light.]

…do what you can. If it helps you, I’ve come to see ice as just another way to burn.

[Then he reaches for the door with his other hand and pulls it open. And the full weight of the blood hits them like a hurricane coming ashore. The towels over their faces do nothing.

The world peels away like someone tearing up paper and he tries to resist it. Fire flaring up. In the distance, dimly as if seeing it while falling way way down, he hears a draconic roar shake the very air.

But everything changes despite him and then he’s sitting on the floor of a dingy apartment flat. Everything feels slightly off and the feeling feels familiar. He had it once somewhere. He clings to that thought as he glances around for his companion he knows is somewhere around.

He calls out as he climbs slowly to his feet.] Hey, are you there? …we were going somewhere weren't we?

[That had to be it. The furniture and walls all look strange. Drab but functional. Something about that bothers him. He frowns, eyes narrowing.]