Diana nodded thoughtfully, because she understood what a formative moment was. She had had several herself, because she had learned that simply being long-lived did not mean she did not continue to grow and change. Sometimes that was for better, and on some rare occasions… it could be for worse. And what right did she have to judge? In her angriest moments, she still heard Ares’ low voice in the back of her mind, growling at her as he had during their only fight. Yes, Diana. Take. Them. All. And she very nearly had.
There had been others, but none quite so defining as that. In a sense, Steve Trevor had been the one to save humanity, not Diana. She had very nearly forsaken them all. “We all make mistakes, Thor. And especially when we are young, or something is new.” Diana took a sip of water, and thought about her own failures. Some sunbeam, considering the bodies she had left in her wake. But then again, as all men knew, the sun burned.