As Doce was teleported out of the danger zone she lowered herself to the floor, clutching her bleeding stump. The goddess whose body she was inhabiting could enact specific "contracts" in order to gain a physical body. The contract she'd forcibly signed with Masahide only lasted until the end of a battle, so her body started fading immediately. As soon as it was gone, her ethereal form healed itself and she stood up shakily. She stepped through the King Joker, which had remained present the entire time, and came out the other side as Frahlah.<span style="font-style: italic">One rank for surviving the challenge,</span>she thought sarcastically,<span style="font-style: italic">the other for losing a hand. That was terrifying.</span>She felt no pain anymore, though. A combination of Rachel Grey's fast recovery speed and Doce's selective memory. She quickly forgot pain--not just pain she'd been feeling, but the sensation of pain altogether.<br/><br/>Doce looked at Sayzel (who could have just gotten her killed) and--for once-- said something she was thinking without bothering to tailor her words. It was rare for her to do that; blurt something out without thinking, but when she did, you could get a rare glimpse at her innermost thoughts.<br/><br/>"I'm not angry at you, but mostly because I like your hair."<br/><br/>Her innermost thoughts were those of a young girl. If you were expecting more, too bad. Doce, like many people in the modern world, had many layers. On the outside, was whatever character type she was acting as. Under that was a strategist. Beneath that, a sadist. What followed then was was a hopeless romantic, a mother-figure, a socially oblivious teenager, an antisocial teenager, a fountain of benevolent wisdom, and, finally, an innocent, short sighted, sweet-as-candy, young girl. Psychological trauma, like loosing a hand, made her temporarily regress through the layers. It was something of a defense mechanism and she would recover within a few minutes.<br/><br/>Muttering to herself, "That was annoying. I'm sleepy. Come here." She grabbed Phibrizzo and dragged him to the back wall, securing the Hellmaster in a bear hug and sliding down the wall onto the floor with him in tow. She was probably the first person to do this... who was still alive.<span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry,"</span>she thought to him.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'm kind of broken right now, but I'll be better soon. My personality changes as a defense mechanism. Please be patient while I hug you."</span>