Bill chuckles, never once lifting a finger as Nageki gets to work on smothering the flames. The dove doesn't seem to be doing a half-bad job, but it would be useless in the end. Bill floats by the desk to survey if any of the books ended up damaged.

“Hey genius, like I mentioned, we're dealing with INESCAPABLE HELLFIRE of INNER ANGUISH. As long as you POSSESS INNER REGRET, these bad boys are gonna keep POPPING UP like PARTICULARLY AGGRESSIVE DAISIES.”

Was that the reason Bill asked him to imagine something interesting?.. Maybe.