This wasn't the first time Diana had lost a compatriot. Nor was it the first time she second-guessed herself, wondering if she could have prevented it. But Peter and the others hadn't called for her help. No one had told her of the danger, or else she would have done all she could for her fellow fighters.
This wasn't the time or place for such self-recriminations, so Diana stayed silent as she approached the pier. A few others had already arrived; she swept the small crowd for Peter's face before she realized he couldn't risk being seen in public. Not when their enemies thought him to be dead. It saddened her further; she knew that Peter and the one named Cordelia were close to Katara. He would need this support and sympathy.
Quietly, she made her way to the other grief-stricken mourners.