[Pyrrha hesitantly lowered her shield, before quickly scrambling backwards. And she kept moving, until her back was against the wall; as if physically distancing herself from Nero could remove her from the reality of the situation. At this point, Pyrrha's arm is entirely back to normal; fleshy digits now complimenting her hand rather than sharp, horrible claws. One would almost think that the entire incident was nothing more than a bad dream... Except her hand is still dripping with fresh blood, and the room is a burnt mess, and Nero is still very hurt.] ...No...

This can't... I-- I didn't...!

[The girl swallows; looking to Nero with a look of absolute horror on her features. For a moment, words escape her entirely. What do you SAY to someone whom you've just impaled with your own hand?] A-Are you...

[-Well, no, he's NOT okay. He's bleeding heavily, and coughing up blood. Pyrrha's lower-lip quivers as she asks;] ...Are you... dying..?