One-hundred percent made. Reaver had given her the choice to draw Hikaru and Fuu into their depravity; she could've been the only one to die, but she made the selfish choice. Umi had the willpower to resist... but not the desire. She wanted to see her friends die as well, horrible gruesome deaths, before meeting her own messy end...

Umi winced at the cauterization of her hand, but hardly felt the needle, at least. That and some adrenaline would keep her alive, it seemed, at least for a while. Perhaps she was even still alive enough to recover, although the ragged wound in her torso would be a problem.

Umi nodded. "Nn. I don't... think they'll like it the way... I do." Umi took a breath. "...can I hurt them?" she asked, her voice small.