Kenzie stands over the mess that used to be Wrath, her chest heaving from the effort of the fight. For all that she was merely a human (enhanced with Weaver tools) she had put up a good fight and there's a twinge of regret. Maybe this was only a memory, a trick of the mind--but she'd gone all in on the woman.

And then Wrath is next to her again. Kenzie's warform dissipates--rather than shifting, she is simply Kenzie again and not a nine-foot tall walking death machine. She stares, blankly, at the mess that the medical personnel are trying to preserve as a person.

"...Wait, this actually happened to you?" She stares at Wrath, almost not sure she believes it.