She doesn't know what liquid nitrogen is but since he seems to, she glazes over it. Looking it up, finding out what it is, that is the future Disciple's problem. Everything is hurting again, as the air warms and hits her burns, tries to thaw all her frozen skin and muscle. She closes her eyes, focusing on the truth in what he says.

She's going to die like this. Moving will be painful, her wounds will be infected--if they manage to try to heal at all. Her mind swims through the pain and there's only one way out. She knows the arena will end soon, why isn't it over already she thinks. There's one way and she knows she can't do it to herself.

"Just--Just go ahead. We both know I'm a target like this already." Her lips trip over her words, "I'm a quackbeast, sitting like this. Better to be done sooner. Not die slow."