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A grown man’s hand grabbed Knight by the shoulder and shook it.
It took her a moment to escape the dizziness. Had she been dreaming? No. Knocked out maybe?
In the blink of an eye every survival instinct in her core went off. Reason and understanding took a backseat to the more pressing concern of staying alive. With limited motor skills Knight defended herself by averting the opponent’s grab and shielding herself, until she could get a grasp of the situation.
[color=6ecff6]“Easy – easy!”[/color] dr. Willis called out with his soothing, yet firm voice, while his office yet again manifested itself before Knight’s eyes. [color=6ecff6]“Everything is alright.”[/color]
[color=fdc68a] “What happened?”[/color] she asked, bathed in sweat.
[color=6ecff6]“You agreed to be hypnotized, remember?”[/color]
[color=fdc68a]“I…”[/color] Still in a state of utter confusion, she rubbed her eyes. [color=fdc68a]“Of course. How, ehm, how’d it go?”[/color]
[color=6ecff6]“I’ll tell you in a second, but first, could I get my arm back?”[/color]
Only now did Knight see the awkward angle for which she had twisted it. [color=fdc68a]“Yeah, I suppose you’ve grown attached to it, right?” [/color]She joked in the hopes that it would distract him. Then, while suppressing a new sweat-wave, she followed his calm walk back to the desk.
Only when her son was present did she feel good wearing a plain shirt, not like now where it mostly felt like a costume for which to fool the world. Knight pretended there was a grain of dust on her leg and sat up in the long chair to brush it off her on-sale-jeans.
[color=6ecff6]“Now, in your dosed state, you did mention something about a fiery sky,”[/color] dr. Willis finally explained, [color=6ecff6]“however, what really seem to set you off was talk of your father.”[/color]
Instantly ever muscle in Knight’s body tightened. Her throat became dry, her heart pounded like a mad gorilla. [color=fdc68a]“… My father?”[/color]
[i]This was a mistake. This was a mistake![/i] something screeched inside her.
[color=6ecff6]“Yes. It seemed like a message, a rejection of sorts.”[/color]
[color=fdc68a]“What did I say?”[/color]
[color=6ecff6]“You said…”[/color] Willis raised his notepad.[color=6ecff6] “[i]Father, don’t … please, don’t. Go back. The World is bare. Unprepared. The world isn’t ready for something like you. Please, don’t…[/i]”[/color]

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Knight’s little incidence at the shrink had been more than enough reason to storm out of there and spend some quality time pondering at Metro Tower. Secretly hoping for something, anything, to distract her from seeing her father’s face when she closed her eyes. She got her wish granted in the form of a code yellow. Already in full armor, and yet she hesitated. For a while actually. Knight sighed, and rid herself of the nightmarish visions she kept from the rest of the League. Cleaned her soul of the evil that had once tainted it.
[i]Does anyone know? … No. No, of course not.[/i]
She then headed straight for the teleporting station. Entered the conversation between Virgil and Robotman with a [color=fdc68a]“Snakes in the garden of Eden, huh?”[/color]