Aly's so beyond listening to anyone right now. She's been itching with the urge to do violence for weeks if not months, ever since she woke up with the blood on her face, and she's got a perfect target.

"Come on!" she shouts, a strange guttural quality to her voice. She's talking to the vine, but Al'Amar seems to take that as a goad, and rushes forward with the knife.