It had boiled down to her and Logan and she had to stop herself from using his name, even in her mind. He wasn't Logan. People had names, he was a weapon. Just like her. He was a defective weapon, which was why she was created. Defective weapons got destroyed, melted down, and scrapped. He held her arms and she put a foot up on his leg to push off. Not that she needed to. He stabbed her through the arm and sent her off to the side. Barely getting up to her knees she made ready to go after him again, a half pounce when she went still. Her eyes went wide and frightened for a moment and she tried to push him out of her mind but that was just something she was never trained in. One of the reasons she hated telepaths. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if trying to speak and a slightly strangled noise came before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slipped to the floor.