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With Dante’s Abyss over, the infinity gauntlet held in the hands of John Connor, Chara had to grimace at the state of things. It was an ending, if not the best one, but that helplessness of being reduced to a spectator again rendered a bitter taste at the back of her throat.
She was tired of it. Once was enough. Twice was a ridiculous farce. As Chara found her way through a darkened hallway, using her own glowing eyes in place of a flashlight, she navigated old hallways now fallen into disuse from a lack of attention.
Dad’s lab. Not the public lab everyone knew about. The one where DT Experiments once happened. The one where she’d first met the man who speaks in hands.
“Tch…” Chara groaned, as she found the right room. The steel doors didn’t allow her easy entry through, so she bypassed them instead. Outside of the void, no one was watching her right now, so slipping into this backroom area was easy enough.
The syringes were sealed for a time where the situation was dire enough to be used. Since the Fallen human had moved on, she hadn’t considered there to be one left in the timeline.
But she was cautious, so her and dad had sealed these away. Just in case. And then, Dad had begged her…
Had held her with shaking arms.
And begged her not to be the one to use them.
Chara had, of course, hugged her father back just as tightly, and she still remembered how comforting his giant, unreasonably buff arms were for a scientist…
And she’d told him she never would.
“Sigh…” Chara huffed. She really did not mean do lie to him. She wanted to mean that.
Was she a coward, for not taking these earlier? Wouldn’t it have been better if she’d had this at Markov?
After all, far easier to say “Well, sorry, guess I am breaking another promise” to a dead man, right?
Chara took in a deep breath and focused. Darkseid. This was for fighting Darkseid. She could not focus on the loss of her father, or her mother. Not while her life and her brother’s life, and every monster that still drew breath, still needed her.
Not while Darkseid still drew breath.
Chara took the syringe into her hand calmly, storing it in a pocket.
It might soon be time for the two of them to find out who’s hate ran deeper. Chara’s, or Darkseid’s.
She was tired of it. Once was enough. Twice was a ridiculous farce. As Chara found her way through a darkened hallway, using her own glowing eyes in place of a flashlight, she navigated old hallways now fallen into disuse from a lack of attention.
Dad’s lab. Not the public lab everyone knew about. The one where DT Experiments once happened. The one where she’d first met the man who speaks in hands.
“Tch…” Chara groaned, as she found the right room. The steel doors didn’t allow her easy entry through, so she bypassed them instead. Outside of the void, no one was watching her right now, so slipping into this backroom area was easy enough.
The syringes were sealed for a time where the situation was dire enough to be used. Since the Fallen human had moved on, she hadn’t considered there to be one left in the timeline.
But she was cautious, so her and dad had sealed these away. Just in case. And then, Dad had begged her…
Had held her with shaking arms.
And begged her not to be the one to use them.
Chara had, of course, hugged her father back just as tightly, and she still remembered how comforting his giant, unreasonably buff arms were for a scientist…
And she’d told him she never would.
“Sigh…” Chara huffed. She really did not mean do lie to him. She wanted to mean that.
Was she a coward, for not taking these earlier? Wouldn’t it have been better if she’d had this at Markov?
After all, far easier to say “Well, sorry, guess I am breaking another promise” to a dead man, right?
Chara took in a deep breath and focused. Darkseid. This was for fighting Darkseid. She could not focus on the loss of her father, or her mother. Not while her life and her brother’s life, and every monster that still drew breath, still needed her.
Not while Darkseid still drew breath.
Chara took the syringe into her hand calmly, storing it in a pocket.
It might soon be time for the two of them to find out who’s hate ran deeper. Chara’s, or Darkseid’s.