[Laura merely gasps, chokes at the turning odds, the blades deep into her gut. Rivulets of her blood trickle down from her suspended form, soak into the grass and dirt. She does not move or struggle; that would be unwise. Instead she hovers still, her green eyes seeking out Rogue and Forge; they are stuck. Her visions swims as the coppery taste of blood fills her mouth, choke her breath. She has punctured a lung. Two ribs. Stomach. She moves her gaze to Josh at his authoritative words, only his eyes giving his emotions away - he is... worried. She is... scared.
Bargaining. This is futile. She has read Polaris' file.]
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Bargaining. This is futile. She has read Polaris' file.]