( Emilia quiets, attentive in her listening. Kamala has no way of knowing, of course, but she speaks of what once was one of her greatest fears — albeit without these aliens. Not aliens, no, but demons. Hordes of them slipping through the gates, leaving nothing but carnage in their wake.
She doesn't regret stepping straight into hell and locking those gates behind her.
For all that the reminder prickles, threatens to waken the wrath forever simmering underneath the surface, she gives Kamala a small smile, earnest. She has no interest in aiming that anger at innocents, at people who've done nothing to deserve it. Her enemies will be another story. )
It's the small things, sometimes. The life-affirming decisions we make.
( No one has to be a superhero to make that kind of difference. ) I'm still sorry for what you and your world went through. I can imagine how frightening it was. ( How devastating. She truly can imagine it. )
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She doesn't regret stepping straight into hell and locking those gates behind her.
For all that the reminder prickles, threatens to waken the wrath forever simmering underneath the surface, she gives Kamala a small smile, earnest. She has no interest in aiming that anger at innocents, at people who've done nothing to deserve it. Her enemies will be another story. )
It's the small things, sometimes. The life-affirming decisions we make.
( No one has to be a superhero to make that kind of difference. ) I'm still sorry for what you and your world went through. I can imagine how frightening it was. ( How devastating. She truly can imagine it. )