It's good that she's just skimming the surface of her brain, because Victor's mind is full of traps, full of pitfalls to keep out intruders. She wouldn't have let April get hurt, go anywhere near those traps, but it's still good that they're not even at the trap level.

It's strange to see herself like this, but not unpleasant. Those sickly gray splotches like bald spots, the other colors vibrant, she feels proud of the mingling shades. And then she sees Clark's. "Isn't that pretty." Red and blue, and there's a big chunk of her that is not surprised at all by that combination. "That's interesting," she says, so softly. "Even down to the soul."