“Might not help,” Sarah whispered urgently, opening the bag and thrusting its contents towards Ocellus. “I hear a ‘this is our best chance just fucking do it’ buried in there. Discord never told me what I was supposed to do with this, so maybe this is what he had in mind. And he’s not here, so fuck it if I’m wrong. Just take the power and get us out of here. Oh, and I can’t get those corks out.”