[Or a seven with a reroll.]

[And suddenly you're in a room made of mirrors.]

[Which makes the scene before you more horrifying.]

[You see Nyssa, broken into pieces of glass and rose metal, Yaksinis half burnt, and three aliens, dead, bled out, on the ground.]

[And there's Roxy, with a piece of glass in her hand, and seems intent on that whole desire to make sure every drop of the Condesce blood in out of her body.]