Elena looks down at the device in her hands. In its polished surface, she sees not her reflection, but a version of herself she doesn't recognize—someone who has already made a choice.
The Echo's hum deepens as Elena's fingers close around its shaft. For a moment, she feels every weapon in the warehouse resonate with it—a silent chorus of potential endings. New Arsenal- script
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. Elena looks down at the device in her hands