"About a gallon of gasoline and a few matches," Fenix shrugs, then winces at the movement. The other interrogations are taking a toll on him in some respects. There's only so much punishment a wax man can take. "That's how you usually give yourself over to the Dancing Flame. It's how I know how to do it, anyway. You in the market for a new god?"
cw: self-immolation