Darkness swirls around Shale, lifting him off the ground and strapping his arms to his sides. He struggles, hating his helplessness. An agonizing pain cuts into his chest, and he grits his teeth, panting. "You may think that you are indispensable, but you're not. I always have a plan-B. So, is it worth it to kill you and find someone more suited to the task, or to allow you to continue?"