Mirrors shatter and explode before the buildup of heat and pressure. Hellfire blasts forth from the cycle.
Its taken a while. Far too long. But Nick has finally homed in on the brightest spot of innocence present, and torn through the ride to get there.
He briefly puts out the fire ringing skeletal hands, and loads the unconscious form onto the back of the bike. Then, with the roar of the engine, he's off again, heading towards Lyta and hoping he's not too late.
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