Michelle just stared down as the ritual continued, not really knowing what she was feeling anymore.  Rage?  Despair?  Horror?  Did any of it really matter?  What was she supposed to do if she was completely useless when someone actually needed her and everyone just started upset at her?<br/><br/><em>Always give them what they think they want.</em><br/><br/>Her body snapped up, peering over the pool and looking down at the creature deep inside.  She simply shook her head, as if almost feeling sorry for the titanspawn.  "You really know how to pick them, don't you?" she said almost sorrowfully.  "The girl you find has the technological knowhow to make you any sort of body you can even imagine, letting you try for even superhuman activities, and you're wasting your time with her flesh?"