[Heat moves through her body, deep and sharp-- and for an instant she feels unmoored, free. She blinks, but there is no water filling her eyes and so nothing to fall.

Kadaj--

She resists the memory, rejects it in favor of the reality of the present moment.
Here is a target for her rage, a symbol of not a little of her sorrow. Her teeth are bared.

I can't die, Reno of the Turks. Not really. Not like you can, when you are not in this place.
But even here, you can be dead. For a little while.

[Kadaj's sword manifests, the blades shining in the gathering shadows-- and she is coming.]
Yes, you'll die. A piece at a time.