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As quickly as Xoxi got involved with that conflict, she was gone. Gone without a trace. Thanks to Traveler, she was in a safer place for the time being. A place where she could revel in something. That something, was her new sense of unity. She felt complete and safe within her skin now, to the point where a hoodie would just be restricting that feeling almost entirely. She still wanted her hoodie back, though.

What do you do after you feel your body and mind become more whole than they had ever been?

You sit on the ground and contemplate life.

That brings us to Xoxi now. The amputee Epic sat on the floor of Spectrum's place, her familiar psychic hands squeezing her leg and trying to stop the blood from flowing out everywhere as she stared into space. She wasn't angry. She wasn't glad. She was just there. She was just existing, really. Not feeling much but the blood leak from her leg and onto the ground.

The weird thing? She could feel everything else. She felt it like it was her hand running along it. The carpet. The couch. The table. Everything around her, she could feel it again. Not only could she feel it, but it was so... so detailed. The wood of the table, especially. She could feel every minute crease and crack of the hard wood and it honestly scared her at how exact it was.

Regardless of that, Xoxi looked over towards the kitchen and freshly closed door, where a lot of the noise was coming from and where she just figured someone would be.