Raze noticed how the others were staring at B, and only then did he truly see it. She carried herself differently than Beatrix had. The calm on her face felt harder, more distant, and the elegance he remembered looked like something being worn.
"The woman in front of you, Raze… it's not Beatrix anymore," Liam said. "Do you remember the Bloody Woman? She took over Beatrix's body. I think we can ask her some questions."
The Bloody Woman. A Divine warrior forced into another body, surviving because the host survived. Raze remembered her sharp tone, never warm, always calculating.
"You took over her body," Raze said, staring at B. "Where is Beatrix?"
Even if the Bloody Woman had helped him, it never felt willing. It had always felt like she was waiting for a better chance, a better deal. Beatrix had helped because she chose to, even giving him the Golden Globe.
