Claire leans in for emphasis again, getting to eye level with Medea, reaching her hands out to take the slender woman's shoulders and grip them firmly. Her fingers tighten, just a fraction, to make sure that she's aware of how important a point she's trying to make.

"You turn that destructive energy into something useful, because the best revenge is to live well," she answers in a gentle tone. It hardens a little as she continues.

"Fuck Jason. Fuck Archer. You're fucking Medea, and you probably know more about magic than anyone else here. Merlin included. Why don't you help us fix reality? Your master wouldn't want it to burn, would he?"