As the timer goes off, she's near the point of collapse, hands bloodied and mangled to the point that she cannot tell which blood is hers and which is Punchy's. She's almost certain she's broken her fingers, her wrists feel weak, arms aching worse than she could have imagined.

And for what? What good was any of it?

"It wasn't enough!" Her voice cracks as she slips down to her knees, arm extended to him. "It's all for nothing! You've won!"