[At this she laughs aloud: partly because it's true, but mostly because Iris being afraid of a thing always means her being drawn to it, like a moth to light.

She has a lot more fear in her than she ever allows anyone - herself included - to see. For Iris, though, existence is about conquering your fears, death included.]

You don't understand bollocks about me, you great pompous shitestain. I'll give you one chance to fold up your dimensional rifts and piss off back 'ome, 'cause otherwise I'm going to fold 'em up for you and you might not like where all your filthy beasties end up.