And that was enough to keep her self-aware as she transported Kokona from one skirmish to another, reviving dead mutants as fast as they fell. Some were merely wounded, and Kokona would heal their afflictions and send them back into action. Others took several seconds to restore to functional capacity. The enemy seemed to be retreating toward the center of town, toward the burning hospital. Rachel didn’t recognize any of their attackers as members of Hilyard’s unit or Brock’s militia, not that it would have made any difference. Despite her deep personal revulsion toward violence, the New part of her took a grim satisfaction whenever one of them dropped dead, either from a bullet or a mass mutant attack. When a human fell, a mutant would collect the weapons and distribute them, and although the mutants had little capacity for individual thought, they seemed to understand the nature of their work. Of course, each of Kokona’s commands reverberated through her head, and she found herself repeating certain phrases that roared louder than others.
