[The question made Kaede pause, blinking in thoughtful surprise. She couldn't call the echoing fire out so quickly; instead, she looked down at her physical hand again.
...what were her vectors, anyway? She'd never thought to question them; they were as much a part of her as her own hands.
She wasn't part of Kakuzawa's race of impostors; she was something new, something...different, mutant and strange. Were her vectors for corrupting the DNA of others, or for tearing their heads off? Both?
Was their only purpose destruction—or could they be used to heal and mend?
She'd died before she found out.]
...I don't know. Something my mind controlled.
[Strange. That admission had been easier than talking about her own death, at least in the vaguest of terms.]
no subject
[The question made Kaede pause, blinking in thoughtful surprise. She couldn't call the echoing fire out so quickly; instead, she looked down at her physical hand again.
...what were her vectors, anyway? She'd never thought to question them; they were as much a part of her as her own hands.
She wasn't part of Kakuzawa's race of impostors; she was something new, something...different, mutant and strange. Were her vectors for corrupting the DNA of others, or for tearing their heads off? Both?
Was their only purpose destruction—or could they be used to heal and mend?
She'd died before she found out.]
...I don't know. Something my mind controlled.
[Strange. That admission had been easier than talking about her own death, at least in the vaguest of terms.]