"Like what." Mint bites out. "You can't fool me. I, I still remember how you all operate."

She can't help the stumble in her words. She can't remember, really. She just remembers the feeling deception, and. Something. A half memory of Thancred comes to mind, how familiar that was, but.

Mint shuts the thought down, and coats the next chakram in ice, pulsing it outward with her next dance step.

The floors are icy, if melting fast, now. Mint keeps steady, positioning herself between Darkness and the body. "Just leave!"