[oh, this is bad. ange is worse off than anna thought—but hopefully not far enough gone that she can't do something to fix it. she sighs and lets her hands drop to her sides.]

Listen, Ange. I understand that you're a really, really powerful witch. I get that you can do anything you want to do, and that means that you definitely can just create this whole... everything. But hiding away in here instead of facing the world outside... [she chews at her bottom lip and looks away.]

[if she says what's on her mind, it will make everything worse. if she says what her gunpowder lungs are begging to set free, it will hurt ange directly, and it might also get anna hurt. she sends a clear thought to kainé: about to say something stupid to the golden witch. she looks back at ange.]

It's not safety. It's cowardice. You're being a coward right now, and it's not going to protect anyone in here when the Pthumerians come knocking.