[ For a long moment she just considers his words. Behind green eyes, her mind runs through it all again- the seemingly immutable calculus of the Pantheon's tragedy. It had felt so pointless, so inevitably doomed. There can be a certain comfort in hopelessness; care about nothing, be hurt by nothing.
But this place was so different from home. The world would keep spinning without her blood. Lucifer, Inanna, even fucking Tara would get to have just a little more time. Nico could have a break from being his father's weapon.
It hurt to think about, sure. Just considering that there might still be options, hope of any sort is painful. It's an abrasion on still-open wounds, it's just asking for more heartbreak. Or, she could just not bother trying, and let everyone she cares about destroy themselves with her.
Batman may not know what variables she's weighing, but she can't hide the way worry tugs at her eyes while she thinks. ]
It wasn't . . . supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be like this.
[ Quite the admission, given how tightly she'd stuck by being The Destroyer as the be-all-end-all of her identity. ]
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But this place was so different from home. The world would keep spinning without her blood. Lucifer, Inanna, even fucking Tara would get to have just a little more time. Nico could have a break from being his father's weapon.
It hurt to think about, sure. Just considering that there might still be options, hope of any sort is painful. It's an abrasion on still-open wounds, it's just asking for more heartbreak. Or, she could just not bother trying, and let everyone she cares about destroy themselves with her.
Batman may not know what variables she's weighing, but she can't hide the way worry tugs at her eyes while she thinks. ]
It wasn't . . . supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be like this.
[ Quite the admission, given how tightly she'd stuck by being The Destroyer as the be-all-end-all of her identity. ]