"Yeah, and more like—here we are, we're powerful enough to do pretty much whatever we like, fear us."

Yes, and then we can go to hospitals. While chanting 'we just healed all your sick and elderly, fear us!'

"I feel like you're not engaging the situation seriously."

We don't take diplomacy seriously, fear us!

"...I mean that would actually be legitimately terrifying."

"Pfft." I guess we are going to look properly diplomatic.

"And hopefully be properly diplomatic."

We will do our best. Promise.

Sparkles produces them things. Sparkles drops more lifeforce on them—so much lifeforce they could probably give everyone in the galaxy their very own fuckton of it. She has no reason to stint.

And then her aura starts glowing again. "We're done here, aren't we?"

"We are."

Thank you for everything. We wish you the best of luck.

Her aura flares blue.

"Thank you. I hope we see each other again."

And she—lets go. Or holds on. Whichever metaphor's more apt to what she does when she follows the light that brought her here.

They watch her go. The Imperium huddle around Sadde.

But those problems with extractions were not the only ones, and were not completely solved; just having a lot of magic does not automatically fix every problem.

They still have a lot to do.