[It's going to be hard to formulate an argument against that, as stubborn as Connor is. He turns his head to look partway behind him, glancing at the Storm so far in the distance. Retreating like this already feels like a pre-emptive defeat.

But the proof is clear, as Firo had seen when Connor crumpled to the ground; getting closer was not an option.]

I want to see what I can still... do. There has to be something. A clue, hidden in the ruins beyond where the Storm can reach.

[Wishful thinking, or just logically wanting to be thorough? Who knows.]