[ "There wasn't any other way." She's still not sure she fully believes that, but after a handful of people have told her the same thing, and come to a similar outcome that he did, she has to concede that perhaps the infection was so all encompassing that it had made things feel that way. Hella knows not every ailment or disease can be cured — but she had wanted to believe that the end could be prevented, somehow, some way, like how the Chief's shackles prevent her and Ninety-Nine from inching closer to becoming Corruptors.

Still. Not like she particularly wants to mull over how futile all her efforts might have been, even if things had gone differently. She lets out a long sigh, eaching up to grip on to his semi-corporeal wrists. ]

Once I total up everything you owe me, you're gonna be so broke. Don't think this interdimensional bullshit will keep me from collecting...

[ Said like a Threat, though not one she means menacingly like a loan shark. ]

I'm glad you're okay and all... I guess you did get pretty weird towards the end.

[ She'll concede him that — that maybe there really was no other option. Because he was kind of, ahem, a freak back in the forest. ]