At least he had something. Octavia had felt more capable facing angels, or raising her voice at God, than she did right here. The best she could do was hastily duck inside the circle of Lucifer's wings.

Best she could do was grab onto Duke, and cling to him, as if her presence would help.

"Jaka, you're stronger than it." A whisper, and just as desperate. "Ai swega klin."