“Maybe.” Sarah draped a wing over her in a way she hoped was comforting. One of the walls tore in what sounded like a sudden spray of blood and slime, showering the ground not far away with gore. Thank god there were no proper lights in here, and their helmets had been taken apart. “But it’s not the one I want. I have trouble accepting that a mind-recording of me is really me. I don’t want to take that chance.”