Virgil could only look at her in shock and horror, before he fell to his knees.

"I've done... horrible things..." he said.

"Robyn... Kiah... I need to apologise to them..." he said further.

"And I'm so sorry for what I just tried to do to YOU." he apologised to Erica.

And his tone was so jarring right now.

He sounded so... frail and pitiful... even Erica could hear it. But then again, Virgil always didn't like the effect he had, or capitalising on it for his own gain. Which he had been doing with reckless abandon...

...until Anya had gotten ahold of him.

Which both Nate and Erica suspected was a big part of how he sounded right now.

Virgil was silent for a moment, and just nodded slowly.

"I guess." he said.

Nate shook his head a little, and looked at him.

"You're you now, obviously?" he asked.

"Yes." Virgil responded.

"Thank you for saving me." he then said to Erica.

Nate opened up his mouth to say something... and then paused.

"N-no..." he stated.

"No. She's not." he said, seemingly to just realise it, himself.

"Giana and Robyn." he recalled. "THEY both need help." he told her.

He then thought about it, and sighed.

"Robyn should be easy." he told her.

"But Giana's gone... QUITE violent."

"..." both Nate and Virgil were silent for a moment, before Virgil spoke up.

"Did... did I... hurt her with what I did?" he asked.

"I'd say not." Nate responded.

"But-" Virgil started to protest, but Nate interrupted.

"Blame Vanessa Encrae." he told him.

"...ah." Virgil mumbled.

"Will... will you be okay?" he asked her.

Her answer didn't seem to ease any of Virgil's worries, but he looked like this was a lost cause. For now, anyway. So he got back up, mentally shook himself off, excused himself, apologised yet again, and then saw himself out.

Nate watched him go, before looking back to Erica.

"I might enlist Anya's help with Giana." he muttered.

"You don't need to get burned by her." he said further.

"...or she might listen to you, dunno."

He was silent for a moment, before groaning. Loudly.

"I realise this is going to end one of two ways." he stated. "Either I let you leave and you go to help Giana, and we can properly coordinate efforts and such... or you sneak out and go and help her, and the efforts to help you afterwards are more haphazard and sloppy." he lamented.

"So... the best case here is that I LET you leave, and make this smoother." he went on.

"And no, I don't like that, but... in these times, it's not about what I like and don't like." he then said. "It's about what's NEEDED, and what HAS to be done." he mumbled.

"Will you let me find out where she's being held, and not have you follow your curse?" he asked.

Nate sighed. Again.

"Got it." he said.

Sure enough, it didn't take long at all, and about 7 minutes later, Nate returned to her room.

"All right." he announced.

"I have the exact location in the building where Giana is." he told her.

"And a special team will be accompanying you. For your own safety." he then assured her.

"Remember what Giana IS..."

"15-20 minutes." Nate replied.

"We know who we want for the team, but we need to contact them and get them together, or backups if the first picks aren't available." he explained.

"So not TOO long, but still." he said further.

"Sorry, but this is the best compromise we can make." he then apologised.

"We're honestly thinking about getting Dr. Fyrane's father in, Dr... Fy...rane." he continued, stammering a little at the end. "Dr. Fyrane's father, Dr. Fyrane. THAT is SO initially weird to say..." he muttered.

"Anyway, he might be able to help with Giana's flames, so you don't potentially get... you know... KILLED." he reasoned.

Nate nodded in response.

"Precisely." he said.

Erica had NO sense of humour right now, but honestly, it was expected. He's hoped for something akin to even a light chuckle, but he knew that that would have been a long shot. It was a miracle she was even talking as much as she was right now.

So he would need to be grateful for that... which he was, most certainly.

"I'll let you know when the team is put together and ready to go." he finished.

"..." Nate was silent, before shaking his head.

"Right." he said.

About 20 minutes later, Nate made his way to her room, knocking on the door and entering.

"We have the team together." he told her, wondering if she was even there still.

He HOPED she was.