Ilya freezes up momentarily at Xion's no-doubt deliberate observations of the thing. If she's right, then out of everyone here, they probably understand it the best...

"So what are you saying? That we need to just... hold off this army it's making until its anger runs its course?"

Not that they've had much of a problem with that so far, but the thing doesn't appear to have any upper limit on its power that she can see.

"What if it doesn't get tired?"