Cara snorted, despite the thrill fear that ran down her spine of when the other her turned her glare on Surreal.

But it was her own ribcage the drawn back boot collided with. She didn't flinch or react, more than enough of yesterday's visions had been reminders of what happened when you did. "You know you don't deserve that", she spat, almost petulantly, before vanishing.

"She's not actually as bad as the other one," Cara said dryly, waiting a few moments to make sure she was really gone before rubbing her ribs. No point in pretending when the island would make it clear she was lying. (Not that that usually stopped her.)