[ Lavi slumps a little further into the wall, leaning against her that much more for it. When's the last time he got more than twenty minutes of sleep?

When the summit is over... he's gonna go into an elective coma, he thinks. But not now, and certainly not here. Straightening himself up in an effort to ward of exhaustion, he frowns, trying to think of the best way--or if he even should--explain. ]

He was trying to help people get out of a burning building, but the building was gonna fall on him instead. I intervened.

[ A heavy, long-suffering sigh. ]

Twenty titanium stitches later, I can confirm there's a reason I'm not supposed to intervene. It hurts.