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Raven, Backdated to Tuesday afternoon
Lance had put it off long enough, but now he was going to face his doom. Or, well, Raven. It was basically the same thing. So. Training. With Raven. It was like someone had just held a mirror up to his past and told him to look into it. Only Lance knew that the him from back then was a far cry from the person he was now.
Which meant that he wasn't gonna let Raven play any of her fucking mind games. She was still here. Maybe time had changed her for the better as well.
He wasn't gonna hold his breath, but it was possible that it could happen.
As he walked down the hall toward the Danger Room--weren't they all fancy schmancy here?--Lance rolled his shoulders and took deep, cleansing breaths. He had never been to actual anger management classes, but he knew some of the techniques.
When he got there, he knocked. Like a dumbass. But what else was he supposed to do?
Which meant that he wasn't gonna let Raven play any of her fucking mind games. She was still here. Maybe time had changed her for the better as well.
He wasn't gonna hold his breath, but it was possible that it could happen.
As he walked down the hall toward the Danger Room--weren't they all fancy schmancy here?--Lance rolled his shoulders and took deep, cleansing breaths. He had never been to actual anger management classes, but he knew some of the techniques.
When he got there, he knocked. Like a dumbass. But what else was he supposed to do?