sunday_reveries ...and me from myself.
Late Friday night after this. manofsteel used with permission.
prompt: 2. "What I am learning to give you is my death
to set you free of me, and me from myself."
- Wendell Berry
Diana waited with little patience for the call to go through. She'd contacted Tim from the medical wing, first, as she'd promised, but this call required the impressive and expensive equipment. Impressive and expensive did not add up to fast, however. She glared at nothing and waited. Impatiently.
The viewscreen finally cleared and Kal's face appeared. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. "I've been briefed. How is she?"
"Broken." Her voice was flat. Harsh.
In contrast his was kind. "But alive."
She nodded once, and let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. "Yes."
Kal frowned. "Diana, this is not your fault. It was a trap."
"It was a trap for me."
"Yes, which is why --"
"Don't yes me." Her glare cut him from across the galaxy. "Don't yes her."
"I'm sorry."
A moment passed. She was holding her breath again. "I sent her. She might have died."
"She didn't."
"She's a child."
He shook his head. "You said last week she's not."
She waved her hand, deflecting his counter as easily as a bullet. "I was wrong."
Kal looked at her in open disbelief. "Because she couldn't take out a prison-ful of super powered criminals by herself?" He tapped something on the desk in front of him. "Diana, this says she almost did. That Wonder Girl was attacked is not your responsibility. What she did when it happened is."
Diana was still for a long while. Kal waited with all the patience she lacked. Finally, she turned back to meet his eyes.
"It was a trap for me."
He nodded. "Yes."
They got to work.
prompt: 2. "What I am learning to give you is my death
to set you free of me, and me from myself."
- Wendell Berry
Diana waited with little patience for the call to go through. She'd contacted Tim from the medical wing, first, as she'd promised, but this call required the impressive and expensive equipment. Impressive and expensive did not add up to fast, however. She glared at nothing and waited. Impatiently.
The viewscreen finally cleared and Kal's face appeared. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. "I've been briefed. How is she?"
"Broken." Her voice was flat. Harsh.
In contrast his was kind. "But alive."
She nodded once, and let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. "Yes."
Kal frowned. "Diana, this is not your fault. It was a trap."
"It was a trap for me."
"Yes, which is why --"
"Don't yes me." Her glare cut him from across the galaxy. "Don't yes her."
"I'm sorry."
A moment passed. She was holding her breath again. "I sent her. She might have died."
"She didn't."
"She's a child."
He shook his head. "You said last week she's not."
She waved her hand, deflecting his counter as easily as a bullet. "I was wrong."
Kal looked at her in open disbelief. "Because she couldn't take out a prison-ful of super powered criminals by herself?" He tapped something on the desk in front of him. "Diana, this says she almost did. That Wonder Girl was attacked is not your responsibility. What she did when it happened is."
Diana was still for a long while. Kal waited with all the patience she lacked. Finally, she turned back to meet his eyes.
"It was a trap for me."
He nodded. "Yes."
They got to work.