Re: The not-woods
Kara listened. There was nothing of the girl that liked to party and shop in her just then. This was serious. This felt right. It felt like where she should be, and it felt like what she should be doing. Everyone was still dead, and the desire to return to this place had still fled, replaced by something like determination and purpose. She'd had a purpose on their last not-earth, and that purpose was getting back here, to this. Kal had always told her she was a secret weapon, and she should be here, fighting this fight. Even seeing Hel injured didn't change that opinion. This is where they belonged; she felt it in her bones.
"I can help," she told the girl with the scar. She'd already noticed the bomb, the one with the radioactive signature that didn't require a label for her to pinpoint what it was. Not-Hel was going to blow the place with all the parademons inside it, but would all of them be there? "I can get you out, and they'll still totes come." It might be hard to juggle it with her Hel, but she could do it.
"I really don't exist here?" she asked, almost an afterthought. They were so used to ending up in new places where different versions of people existed or didn't exist; it wasn't as shocking as it would have been once upon a time.
She glanced back at her Hel, just checking on her, but that fervent expression was still on her face. She was trying to decide if she could get her back to where she belonged, to her new family, and get back here to help not-Hel in time.