Kasumi watched Sam, saw him mount the Hypogryph, and start to escape with a feeling of relief.  She then watched the mad godlike man trap all of them inside a moment before Sam could fly the creature away.  Sadness filled her.  She weighed her chances of leaping through that mass of metal to grab and pummel the man, but knew in her bones that her last attempt had been near the pinacle of her skill, and now it would be much more difficult.  She looked at Mark, the Droid might be vindictive at times, but she admired it's courage.<em>And now he's our only hope.  You heal me, and I'll heal him.</em>With that thought, she stepped up in between the Ambasador and Mark, not blocking his weapon arm, but otherwise providing cover for the Droid.  Placing her hands on Mark's burnished and bent chest, she willed his pain, the pain of the life she knew rode within this mockery of man, she willed that pain to her.  In moments, the crumpled chest panels were moving outward, Kasumi's ribs groaning, some cracking from the transfer. Sweat on her brow the only sign of pain she shows, she says,  "I believe in you, Mark.  You have a soul.  Just like the rest of us."<br/><br/>((Using Empathic Transfer, and adding a point to it for 4d10 healing, getting a 26 total, taking 13 herself. Also providing cover from what she feels will be a huge area effect attack. Oh, if Sam has failed to escape... it's his turn before the Ambasador.))