<I'll do it,> says Tara.
"What?" Myitt exclaims aloud, eyes tracking on some spot on the floor like someone listening to an important phone call.
Tara looks up. "I'll do it," she repeats calmly. "Figure we should give the guy his last words. Whatever he sees in here won't matter. He's dead either way, right?"
"You're out of your mind!" Myitt hisses schizophrenically, letting Tara walk over to the little pool.
"Hey, somebody had to make a ****in' decision," says Tara, fishing Zorish out and impatiently waiting for Myitt to leave her head. "Not like this is a bucket of fun, here," she adds with a wince.