[She scowls for another moment. Dahlia isn't a team player, never has been, never will be, and the expectation that she participate in this just so other whiny dead people she doesn't give a damn about can go back home leaves the taste of bile in her mouth.]

It's truly sweet that you think I care if this game continues or not now that I'm dead. Ah, but how do I put this...? Of course I have no desire to be used as a power source, but can you really fault me for feeling underwhelmed by how many flaws a plan that took a millennium to put together has?