[Perry chews the inside of his cheek, ripping the skin and drawing blood. His hands hold the gun steady. The projection is getting closer and she's speeding up. Everything that happened--the way they burrowed their way out from under his skin, the cold, black malice in their three eyes looking at him from his own body--it all comes back. They used him. They violated him. He doesn't want to be this person, but what they did... The woman's Triangles' voices scream at him. She's only feet away now. With a wordless groan, he closes his eyes and fires.]