Molotov barely notices his hand, the fire. The light it creates flickers against her face, where her eye has already closed as she rests against him. Her breathing is already shallow -- she's ready to just pass out and let the pain fade away with unconsciousness, even if she knows it goes against all her training.

But her father had never anticipated that she'd be shot in the stomach with a laser. She can keep going with a bullet in her gut, with knife wounds in her back, but this... this is something she wasn't really prepared for, as stupid as that may have been on her part. She'd heard that the powers were triggered by things won, she didn't know it would just be automatic like this.

She doesn't seem to care when he starts tearing at her suit, exposing the hot pink thin suit underneath that she hates because it clashes with her hair. She just holds onto him, knuckles white with her grip, and slowly cracks her eyelid to look at his face as he works. Reaching out to touch his face, all she can do is whisper with a sort of pained smile.

"Promise me you'll burn them all to ashes when I'm gone."