The ice recedes; Mercury's attention is taken up by something else entirely. She wavers on her feet, still coherent enough to wonder: is this other one near her an ally, or competition for the same quarry?
The horror of what she's become hasn't sunk in, yet.
geez, if it's not hooking it up to a supercomputer, it's eating it. LEAVE HER BRAIN ALONE.
The horror of what she's become hasn't sunk in, yet.