Bra’s head rang out in confusion and pain as she finally wrestled control away from Babidi’s influence. Rational thinking flooding back into her mind, leaving her feeling as if her regular self had been drowning and finally managed to come up for breath. She felt dizzy, almost nauseas, and the sun beat down on her in the middle of a rocky wasteland. Where was she?

Her entire body felt sore and aching, looking down at herself, she found her clothes tattered and torn, her skin riddled with dark bruises and bleeding cuts. She looked at her hands, missing the gloves she usually wore in combat, bare and bloody. What had she done while she was under Babidi’s mind control?

She stills completely when she hears a cough. She looks forward, finding you beaten, your own gi destroyed. You were breathing, thank heavens, and you were barely managing a smile, no doubt in response to your efforts to bring her back to her senses working. Then it finally clicked; she looked back at her hands, then back to you, and back at her hands again. She was crying now, hyperventilating as the realization set in.

“No… No. I did all of this to you… I hurt you… What have I done..?!