"And if he's dead, then the world ends," Haizea says, a slight question at the end of that statement. She's pretty sure, but who fuckin' knows.

She seems uncomfortable. The Wizard isn't anything like she had thought before all this, and she's angry at herself for feeling literally any sympathy towards her.

"Maybe we can figure out a way for us to both get what we want," she mumbles, not really thinking this is possible.