Time slows as the searing and pain magnifies and dies and reignites. Surface flesh dies and scorches off and exposes deeper flesh to the merciless flame. Michael becomes aware of another's efforts to smother the flames. His eyes land on Strand, his face a mix of pain, gratitude and shame. He can't bring himself to look at Eve. The loose cannon. The devil's daughter. Can she even understand the havoc she's wreaked? If he sought out revenge... would she even care? He buries the thoughts deep, focusing on his breathing.
After a few moments of ragged breathing, Michael rolls to a sitting position and assesses the damage. The black and white charred flesh can be seen in places where his pant legs had all but burned to ash. But most of the damage remained hidden, existing now only as reverberating nerves firing the same message over and over to his brain. Pain. But he survived... the massive pain may be more than a distraction, but he still remembers where they are. What they had witnessed.
"Tell... Y... ?" he manages amid grunts of pain and sucking air between his teeth. He still can't bring himself to look at Eve. There's no reason to. What purpose is there to being angry at a force of nature?
Michael takes 2 lethal on the second round, due to Strand actively smothering the flame. An additional lethal damage is incurred on the subsequent round, until the flames are finally extinguished.