[Small blessings, that everyone else has decided to shut up for this. They can focus all their energy on Siffrin. Just the two of them, alone in this sad little hallway.]

You know what? Fine. I'm tired of repeating this same blinding argument over and over again.

[They finally step forward, moving halfway between both groups... but they don't draw a weapon, nor raise their hands in Craft. They merely shrug their arms, palms open. No tricks here.]

Just kill me already. Then you can go back to your silly little pretend life, and I'll be wherever stardust is. That's fair, isn't it?

You and I both know you can break out of that hold easily.