Amora looked tentative as she took the vial, watching Screwtape with concern. He was going to die. As much as she didn't want to get hurt by him, she didn't want to see anyone die. Even him. Slowly she descended, continually watching Screwtape before deciding to let it go. She couldn't help him.<br/><br/>Landing on the flat spot where Flynn and Penelope were, Amora let out a gasp. "Flynn! Are you alright??" she cried out, rushing to him, dropping the sword she had picked up with a clatter. The girl hugged Flynn tight, tears forming. "Flynn, you aren't going to be a demon anymore." She whispered, drawing the vial out and throwing it hard to the ground next to him. The rock, momentarily stained red, seemed to turn to its normal color as the blood rushed towards Flynn, entering him. Amora knelt beside him, watching desperately to see if Screwtape's words were true.