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Her fear was a rare delicacy. Deeply layered and aged several times over. There was of course that surface fear any reasonable person would feel, being trapped in a green bubble, left to float and forced to witness a scene of what she would describe as grotesque violence. Mona wasn't yet used to the carnage of superheroism, this was like her watching some random person being beaten to death. It was a distressing scene.
But then... There was a deeper fear, the roots go all the way down on that one, weaved into every thread of her DNA. Black threads, weaving through generations, she'd likely never gone a day of her life without it. And yet, here she was. She handled her distressed in a way that can only be achieved from years of training and discipline, and she was a consummate professional.
Literally, she was. I am what they have made of me, this gave her pause. Wasn't that the story of her life? "I understand that, and that you are all adversaries but... It's not fair to be punished for something you didn't even do."
She was clearly a little nervous, watching him standing unsteadily. Mona knew better than to ask him to sit down, but she did slowly remove her black coat, and though needing to float off the ground, she draped it around his shoulders. It was a couple sizes smaller, and not his style, but it was warm, and smelled like frankincense. A futile gesture, maybe. But a well-intentioned one. She ignored the shock and horror of the Green Lanterns, for now. "Do you need me to administer a concussion test? I-I'm first aid certified." He could hear the distress bubbling up a bit in her voice, this was the point one would usually call an ambulance.
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