[center][h3]Charlotte[/h3][/center][hr]
Charlotte scarcely paid attention to the second person that entered after Alex, giving the girl a ere nod and mumbled greeting as she turned all of her attention towards the two friends. Cheshire, meanwhile, purred out while posturing petulantly propped on Roxana's table. "I will remind you, fair miss, missus, miss us? Indeed you've been missed," he said, switching abruptly from Roxana to Alex then back again, "that my hearing is quite on point, to point out the fact, in fact, you forget."

Even if she created him, Charlotte was never quite sure where Cheshire got his personality from, or [i]why[/i] he insisted on speaking like that with people other than her.

Either way, what he said was of no consequence to the conversation at hand.

The big pillar of fire caught her attention, and she caught her breath. What [i]was[/i] that? And now she was torn between keeping an eye on the going-on's outside, and Alex's conversation.

Something was happening. Powers were stirring and it was coming to a head. She didn't now how, or why, but she felt it in her skin, the same feeling she got when she confronted Blacklight - the undeniable sensation of irreversible change. A point of no return.

Charlotte had given up on being a hero. She told herself for nearly half a decade that she was no longer worthy of being one, took actions that could hardly be called heroic, and all but quashed that lingering childhood dream of being a real hero to the ground. 

It was telling then, that as Alex finished speaking, her first question was:

"So what do we do next?"

We, as in, her included. Because Alex was right. Those that have the power to help, [i]need[/i] to help, or no one else will - and she had power, a potent, incredibly useful and flexible ability that had invaluable applications.

White Knight shuffled in the room above them, Cheshires already impossibly wide grin stretched past the limits of his face, and in her cell, isolated from the rest, Aida the mannequin stirred, For single moment since she killed Blacklight, she forgot about her deeds and focused on the moment, on how to help those in need.

Slipping back into dreams of heroism was . . . surprisingly easy.[hr]
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