Once the Vulture has locked onto a target, it commits completely — body and soul — convinced without a shadow of doubt that it *is* the original person.
"…So, when it was looking at me wearing Green's face, it never once considered that I could be Brianna. As far as it was concerned, *it* was the only real one. The moment it took my shape, it turned around and asked me who I was — I had no choice but to say I was Secretary Green. Maybe because my situation was unusual, it didn't inherit all my memories. It said it had barely managed to escape from the Nest and needed to find its father immediately."
A sound caught in Westley's throat — like someone catching a whiff of something that turns the stomach.
Brianna had long since stopped caring.
He found even the Vulture's version of her revolting? At this point, she was in a worse position than the Vulture ever was.
If she had the choice, she'd rather be the Vulture.
"Where is it now?"
