"Oh, is that what this is about?" Lorcan asked, grimly amused. You have to leave had become Min has to leave rather quickly, and all Corrie's distress was bringing out the worst in him. She was so focused on not doing, on being afraid, but he couldn't be afraid because he couldn't stand here or anywhere watching while things fell apart and everything died.
"I guess if you had to choose just one thing to save, there are worse choices," he conceded. If you could only choose one thing to save, he'd already given up Min. Sending her off by herself would be far more dangerous than leaving her here and hoping magic came back -- or that there was some muggle way of moving her.
He snapped his suitcase closed, and sat down on the bed next to it, suddenly looking lost without packing to focus on. He reached out to touch the wall. Giving Min to Corrie would be safer than anything else could be, but it was hard to give Min away. Giving her up was easier. Angry at himself, he straightened and said crisply, "Min, transfer all control to Corrie, please."