Ignatius looks at the bracer, taking a moment to realize her meaning - yet, as the metal touches his flesh, he can feel the buzz of his own magic. Painstakingly, he lifts his spectral arm and lays what could be fingers over the metal. Energy activates, and then releases. The arm solidifies, burning away the bandages - though the flesh still seems cold and muted in color.

With one arm partly healed, he grabs the power cell they removed in his hand, clenching it tight and trying to pull his energy back out of it. He shakes his head slightly.

"I... can't," he says. "If it went off... it could destroy everything here..."

He holds it close to his chest anyway, like he wants to take it back into himself.

"In the other place... I managed to overload a cell at the end of its cycle... drawing from me... it destroyed everything. Killed changelings. She captured me again anyway, but before she could stop me... I gave pieces of my strength to those of you I could reach."

"I don't have anything left," he says. "This... This poison, is eating at me from the inside."

He feels so cold.