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[goldeneyedflash]

Christmas morning was one of the few days they really couldn't afford to sleep in. No training, but for some reason, any day the rest of the world was celebrated tended to make the psychos come out in force. He tried not to think about it too much, because if he did, he'd end up brooding about who wasn't around to share the holiday smackdown with

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[kaleidoscopeyed]

Karolina is wandering far, a lot further out than she usual goes from the compound or the treehouse. She's been walking for awhile, entranced by the beauty of the untrodden snow all over again. The paths are all muddied now, and it's refreshing to see untouched snow.

She sees the tracks first, so out of place in all the whiteness, and then she hears a keening sound floating toward her. She picks up her pace and then sees Bart and the statue. Her eyes didn't linger on that too long, because the sound was coming from Bart. It was coming from her friend.

She runs the last few feet and falls to her knees next to him, hesitating to touch him. She does though, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Bart? Honey?"

[kaleidoscopeyed]

"No one's asking you to forget. Those aren't the things you're supposed to forget." She shakes her head. "Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. All of this stuff is new to me, but it seems like you're being unfair to yourself. You died doing what you had to, you said so. Powers don't make us any less flawed as people." She doesn't really know why she's angry at his reaction, but part of her is, so she says, "But maybe I don't know anything."

[goldeneyedflash]

Bart sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I really don't know. That's part of the problem. I'd royally screwed up already," he said.

"Maybe that's why I could do it. I wasn't going to have a life to return to. Probably jail-time for escaping police custody. I know they couldn't really have held me without my cooperation, not without asking someone to figure out a way to keep me from just vibrating through the walls. But that's not really an issue."

[kaleidoscopeyed]

She shakes her head. She doesn't want to argue. She never does. "I'm sorry," she says after a second or two. It sounds as hollow in her mouth as those words always do. "I wish I knew another word for sorry," she says, echoing Xavin. She looks directly at him and hopes he understands, hopes he knows she means all of it, all of what he's told her and all of what she's said.