*inside the compound*
Droid: Miss Trinity?
Trinity: Speak.
Droid: Your crown is finished and serviceable.
Trinity: Good, bring it up.
Droid: Yes miss Trinity.
*the droid trots away and virgil sits in her old home, looking around, thinking. Soon the droid comes back with a thin round crown. It has a thin band and comes up to little points every so often. Trinity burns away the Kaiju blood off of her, then picks up the crown with both hands.*
Droid: Thiss will slow you to control all of the compound Miss Trinity. But it is unrecomended. Because of Glyph's death, you will bear the full weight of the system if you put it on.. It could cause... Complications.
Trinity: I know the risk. *she slides the crown onto her head, her firey hair being pushed down by it,  and it glows bright blue. The whole compound seems to shudder before it returns to normal.*
Trinity: see? Perfectly fine.