IC:"Ire, don't join in this fight. You can't handle anything of this." There was a strange look in his eyes which quelled Ire's protests.He took out his knife and started singing. But there's a side to you that we never knew, never knewAll the things you say, they were never true, never trueAnd the games you play, you would always win, always winBut I set fire to the rainWatched it pour as I burned your faceLet it burn while you dieBecause I heard it screaming at your name, your nameIre knew what was about to happen and was about to reach for Trad when he turned, smiled and plunged his knife into his heart. "Sorry, Ire." were his final words.The life force accumulated in the chamber coalesced into a shining beam of light, aimed at Voi.