Illyana looked totally unimpressed and side-stepped the thrown firearm.

"I just wanted to see if he would piss himself at the thought," she admitted to Rey, almost cheerfully. "Psychological torture is almost as fun as physical torture. The screams aren't as nice, though, but we don't have time for me to actually give him to my demons."

"But you." Illyana turned her attention back Egor. "I think you missed that I am a demon sorcerer and she has one of those fun Jedi-swords," she pointed out. Lightsaber, Illyana. It's a lightsaber. "We make physics our bitch, and we are both very, very angry with you."

"And your 'science' says when we kill all of you, your loop ends. Forever."