Chump doesn't expect the blade. He still manages to dodge anyway. Their son cries from his place in Chump's arms. Zantabraxus ignores it. He'll be quiet soon enough.

She tries again.

This time Chump bleeds. It would be a good hit except he's not her target.

"Have you lost your mind?" Chump demands. Zantabraxus ignores him. She lunges again. "Stop."

"I am trying to save our daughter."

"By murdering our son?" She doesn't answer. Chump doesn't understand. There is no choice. She will do what needs to be done.

The next hit misses.

Their son continues to cry.

Chump has no weapons and no free hands. He is bleeding. Heavily.

He does not have to die too.

When she tells him this he spits at her feet.

She's not surprised when he chooses to flee. She chose this temple for a reason. He's never set foot in it. No one does.

He ends up in the main room. There are no windows, no other doors. Just the Queen's Mirror staring back at him.

In his desperation he tries to bring the room down around them. She helps. She sees what he doesn't. Huge chunks of rubble rain down in the doorway, blocking it off. She can hear Chump yelling as he realizes his plan backfired. She checks the stones. There is no moving them alone. There are no other windows, no other doors. Just an old relic that's been lifeless for ages.

Before she leaves she wedges her knife through the largest crack she can find.

One last mercy.

For her husband.

For her son.

She did what she had to do. She will not – can not, does not – look back

(Years later, three days after Zeetha has gone to Europa, when she finally lets herself return, she finds the rocks exactly where she left them. When she forces them aside she finds no bodies, no blade. Just the Queen's Mirror staring back at her.)