“Mad at you?” she asked, crossing her makeshift arms over her makeshift chest. “You abused your position, sided with the enemy, ripped my body apart, and used it to launch yourself to power. Now I’m stuck in this rusted-out hodgepodge made from whatever bits Raven could scavenge out of the Pit. I’m furious at you, Myron, but we don’t have time for that now. We’re on a mission here, people.”
