Yelena flicks the safety on her gun back on, and picks herself up carefully, knee and ankle twinging on the leg the wires had caught, but still able to hold her weight. She makes her way towards the tumbled altar, leaving the snakes - better targets for a sword, even sluggish as they are - to Elidibus, and flips the weapon in her hand to offer it to Cortana grip-first.

"Here," she says, voice tight enough with pain to suppress any other inflection. "He deserves a slow death, but his victims deserve freedom more."