Mercifully, Mini's tunnel vision easily proves to be their undoing - they run bag-first into Ginko's leg with a gentle whomp, falling onto their backside as The Mighty Stickscalibur clatters to the floor beside them. Undeterred by the minor setback, they reach for their weapon and scramble to their feet-

"Mini, that's enough!"

-only for Faust to reach into his coat and, inexplicably, produce Mini - dangling from their collar between the good doctor's thumb and forefinger. The little familiar swings feebly against their captor, flailing their tiny fists and feet in a pathetic show of defiance against their master. Faust himself, on the other hand, simply glares back at them through a rapidly shrinking eyehole, never taking it off of Mini as they address Ginko's queries:

"This skeletal construct insinuates I could not be a medical professional due to my abnormalities. I in turn believe his very existence to be affront to nature, and assert he is likely the result of a necromancer either here on the isles or from his home plane. I do not trust the more subtle implications he is autonomous or, god forbid, sentient, but if he is..."

Faust finally takes his eyehole off of his familiar, who has now resigned themselves to their fate, and projects the exact same calm contempt he had for Mini's misdemeanours onto Héctor instead.

"...then as my professional opinion as a doctor, I prescribe euthanasia. It is the most merciful option."