Syrlya's faintly aware of the efforts to save him alongside Peridot's efforts (and her loud screaming) to murder the Mother of Invention. His fingers twitch, but there's a faint smirk on his expression even as his gaze goes hazy, while the fae starts to scream and topple. It's probably not going to end well for him, but honestly? He's somehow okay with that, as long as they succeed. As long as everyone else makes it out of this.

And then Lambert hauls him out, and there's a choked sound of pain as he's hauled away. It clears his thoughts, anyway, and as he's rolled onto the ground (oh, ow, that hurts) he blinks his eyes rapidly to bring them back to focus to look up at Lambert and Rita.

"K--keep going." He starts trying to push himself up, but he barely moves his arms before he lets out a yelp of pain and flattens back to the ground. "Make... sure she's dead."