It was really hard to remember. Just thinking back to what they did, it actually hurt to think about it. Reminiscing all the people she impaled and killed, it gave her an unforgiving headache. [i]They weren't innocent. They were mindless killers when it happened. It was me or them, Lock and Load is an example.[/i] she thought, trying to make her feel better about herself before she realized she couldn't seriously justify what they just did. "What the fuck makes me a Titan then?" Ariel asked herself rather loudly when the Titans were back in the Tower. [i]I looked like a villain, the way I went about killing those people.[/i] Ari was surprised at her own conscience, usually she just bottles up her emotions and shuts people out when it comes to more serious things like this. 

She could feel water start to tip the bottom of her eyes. If the tears escaped her eyelids they would smear her eyeliner makeup, and the rest of the team couldn't see her in distress. Being a water manipulator, she made the tears disappear with ease. It was quite possibly unhealthy for her to fight back all these feelings and emotions but she did it anyways, for her "reputation and image." She looked around at the rest of the team in the room. What [i]reputation[/i]? Come to think about it, she didn't really know any personal stuff about her teammates, nor did they know much about her. Now that they're all wanted for mass murder, it was the perfect time to get to know each other.

Some bickering occurred before Magic Man opened up a portal as per Pistolera's request and she and the rest of the team walked through it and reappeared in what was apparently Simone's safe house. 

They settled in, and started discussing plans. Evan boldly stated that he would take a group to Tartarus. Ari was familiar enough with Greek mythology to know the bells and whistles of the Underworld. Despite being slightly curious as to how well her powers would work down there if at all, she didn't think she was best fit to join the four person group. The ferryman for the River Styx definitely would not appreciate her trying to steal the show, either.  

She cast a glance over at Pistolera. Something about her made Ari feel safe, and the current squad being assembled to journey through Tartarus seemed as good as any the team could muster. Staying on the surface was for the best.

"I've read enough to know that Hades is a grade A-asshole," she remembered the tale about the God of the Underworld and Persephone she read in high school, and a shiver went down her spine. What a creep that guy was. Another thought formed right after, and it was a paranoid fear of the possibility that Hades could sense when someone was using his name in vain. She gulped, looked Evan in the eye and continued. "But since you're obviously the expert when it comes to this and you believe there's a chance that it'll work, then I support your plan." She felt something drop in her chest, her heart felt like it was going to bounce around inside her body like it was a ricochet bullet. She was worried, worried for her friends. 

This was not a good time, and definitely a horrible time for heroes in general. No matter what happened, nothing would be the same. Even if they brought back all the citizens of the city, they would always be under a new, harsh, unprecedented scope of critique from the public eye. "I don't think we should do anything to draw attention to ourselves until we bring back all those souls from the Underworld. The media is going to vilify us as much as they can. Every little thing we do, as long as we are labeled outlaws, can be twisted into a lie that makes us look like criminals."