Hm. [ That's not... not a laugh at her joke. When she tipped her head, he thought he saw a glint of something -- a shard? He almost didn't realize he'd been holding a breath. ] Yes, and I quite need both of them. I'm certain of it. I watched it, Jinx. It took time, but I saw it regrow.

[ That crystalline regrowth, the way he'd kept his hand hidden for weeks -- nearly a month -- but in the end, it had come back. Nothing was too permanent, he'd learned, and if it got them out of here, it was a price he'd pay. He wanted out, but more than that, he wanted to make sure this wasn't just a sick dream that his mind -- or perhaps someone's cruel magic -- had constructed.

Was that illogical? Yes, of course it was. Nobody knew about Jinx, at least from Silco's own lips, not even Kaeya, who'd probably gotten the closest to that secret, if the hazy memories that lingered in his mind could be believed. ]

Give me your knife. [ Your knife, not his knife. ] I'll do it first.

[ Was the Dryad supposed to give them one? Silco didn't know, he was just going to go at it on his own, and he was focused on Jinx, not... the roots parting, or anything else going on. ]

Then we'll get out of here. Get cleaned up. [ He cleared his throat, fighting off an actual cough himself, this time, before he held out his hand. ]