...Flashlight? But...(Why did they need a flashlight?
Wouldn't that just make them a bigger target?
...She's made of light. She's making them bigger targets.
Addled from the same mental effect that has caused so many others to go on rampages of destruction, Cortana does not spring into action to help like she might otherwise. Instead, she stares at herself in horrified guilt, completely unhelpful, until she notices the dark stream of blood pouring down her arm.
She can't change what she's made of, but she can hide it!
Shrinking down to the size of a doll, Cortana begins to cover herself in her own blood. She thinks she's helping. She's not helping.
More helpful is her phone, the screen of which lights up briefly in notification of ...something. It's right there, on her desk. She's got her screen brightness turned up pretty high, so it does a good job of providing illumination.)
CW: Gore, Cortana being affected by the desire to destroy light sources in weird ways
Wouldn't that just make them a bigger target?
...She's made of light. She's making them bigger targets.
Addled from the same mental effect that has caused so many others to go on rampages of destruction, Cortana does not spring into action to help like she might otherwise. Instead, she stares at herself in horrified guilt, completely unhelpful, until she notices the dark stream of blood pouring down her arm.
She can't change what she's made of, but she can hide it!
Shrinking down to the size of a doll, Cortana begins to cover herself in her own blood. She thinks she's helping. She's not helping.
More helpful is her phone, the screen of which lights up briefly in notification of ...something. It's right there, on her desk. She's got her screen brightness turned up pretty high, so it does a good job of providing illumination.)