Yeah. I know it's a little fucked up, 'cause we're talking about a part of you. I guess it'd be kinda like if the Admiral took off my legs and made me be in a wheelchair, and then we asked the rest of the Barge if they was okay with me getting 'em back.

Or maybe it's not anything like that. I don't know.

[She wishes she had powers - real powers, not just imagined healing powers or Admiral powers that had never felt like they'd belonged to her - so that she could understand better.]

But your powers are bigger than my legs.