After that whole ordeal settled down—if you could even call something like that "settled"—it became clear that Anne, despite being torn apart in the most literal way possible, was functioning just fine in terms of her core systems. Seeing her in that condition had been… well, not exactly pleasant. Her limbs scattered, segments of metal twisted or dented, some wiring exposed and sparking faintly like little blue fireflies dying out. But even then, Anne herself acted as if none of that mattered.
"If worst comes to worst, I can just store my memory, and I'd be completely fine being placed into another body unit," she said. Her voice was calm, steady—like she was just talking about switching clothes or something equally mundane, instead of the existential horror of abandoning a body.
