She indeed did relax slightly at his blasé response, even mustering up enough life to give him a small smile when he said the others had been showing off. She had to remember that other worlds weren’t necessarily like hers, where simply existing as a powered being painted a target on your back. The approval of the public was such a tenuous thing, and there were always numerous shadowy organizations and hate groups prowling in the shadows. Only the truly powerful could afford to be out in the open.

God… it kind of sucked now that she thought about it. Why had she been so excited to get powers and become a superhero? Like yeah, there were cool moments, but overall, she just became more stressed and anxious about everything. The mounting pressure to become more involved in the community vs. her real identity responsibilities during the months leading to her death were—She was going to stop herself before she went down another thought hole.

“Thanks… it wa—is pretty neat yeah.” Part of her was tempted to go to the others for help. Another part didn’t want a confirmation of all her worst fears. The latter part was winning currently. She picks up the fallen chairs again, this time letting Rosinante go down first.

“Maybe I’ll ask. Later on.”