(Good.)<br/><br/>I lowered myself to the ground, looking at the shattered glass. Maybe I had gone a bit far with it... Though, I was very attached to each and every alteration I had created. These here were my genetics, disposable doses of a toxin in my body. I had made it through the first few weeks of taking this virus... It had found a way to feed off me without killing my very personality. "Hmm... And I would of thought the virus would be just perfect for your blood. A small chance you wouldn't accept it... But it would be far more likely then My brother's chance." I say, rubbing my paw in the leaking fluid. I hiss angrily once I get up, still not fully myself. "I could finally make the smallest adjustment in order to remove that bad side. Think of it, The perfect Mimiga, tough enough to match anything... Including the robots." I talk on, sobbing softly. "I could even... Bring my family back, cure my brother of his unending illness. Maybe then he might stop this torture." I continue, looking up at Ranger with my angry eyes.