Bruce paused his advances to let the photograph settle at his feet. He knelt briefly to pick it up by one corner, careful with the image, afraid the blood might damage the integrity of the photo. 

Were the image not so tame, Bruce might have entertained the idea that this was not actually one of Shaidra's dimensions but one of his nightmares. As it was, he stepped forward again, slower than before, distracted by the picture.

[color=0072bc]"My origin story,"[/color] he said, speaking less with measured planning now and nearer stream-of-consciousness. [color=0072bc]"How long have you been trying to piece yours together?"[/color]