Pain or no pain, the thought makes Raven feel sick. If halting Theresa's abilities was the goal, she has to figure that they'd try and stop Raven from being able to shapeshift.

She hates the idea of that more than almost anything. Not just because she'd be stuck looking like this forever, but because there are times where she half-enjoys having the ultimate upper hand at playing pretend.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Raven pauses to stare at her blurred reflection in the stainless steel and wonder again why she was spared. "You must be thirsty," she says, finally, turning back and sitting down. "Were there many others?"