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donna knows distress when she sees it. she’s encountered it too many times before and has experienced it in some ways that she isn’t proud of. when she nears the capacity of the unstable metahuman ( she thinks ), donna’s all but ready to fight, but rather understand. ❝ okay — ❞ her hands are sworn up in defense, a small step backwards as the amazon assesses the other’s warning… and even the climate of their surroundings. freaky, if she had to sum it up in one word. ❝ okay. i don’t want anyone to get hurt, or for you to have to do so. what’s going on?? ❞
IT DOESN’T PROCESS . there’s no connection , does not compute , the adrenaline is too far in ; tunnel VISION is easier to follow than sorting it out LOGICALLY . look at your little girl GO thanos . is this what you wanted her to be? she’s a girl , not a monster but now you’re making her doubt HERSELF . “ back up . BACK UP , “ is hissed out , voice hoarse , eyes red and watering . there’s so much she wants to do , wants to SAY , but no words come out except the BRASH words of warning and caution .














