“It’s okay.” Mariabella assured. “Somewhere deep inside, I can still feel the real Master Machina. And I know I can save him. So please let me do this, Pricia.” At Mariabella’s words, Pricia nodded in approval, confident in her friend. Mariabella raised one of her pistols at Machina, and placed her other hand over her heart, channeling the power of her memories, her soul, into a bullet.