Re: In-person: Zee/John
The knowledge of the world isn't meant to help me. [Being philosophical, it was only knowledge, and knowledge wasn't meant to benefit anyone. She knew this in her pores and in her skin, but he was right about her choices. She didn't make wise decisions. Her father had known that, and it had always worried him. She liked a specific brand of trouble, and he wore that brand upon his skin and upon his soul.]
You saved Nick from the Cult of the Cold Flame. My father belonged to that cult. Nick, you, me, we all lived and worked together, and he taught us. [She reached for his wrist and twisted it, looking for ink she knew she would not be there. A double-headed dragon, and she traced the familiar figure along his skin as she spoke, a whispered wohs mih preceding the telling and leaving a black line in her wake that faded moments later.] We engraved his mark upon our skin. He was obsessed with the Books of Magic. We were obsessed with one another. [She sat back, and she tugged up the sleeve at her shoulder, and in black ink, tribal and matching the lines she'd left upon his wrist, the same double-headed dragon.] He hated you after. He waited years to take his revenge on you. You banished him to Hell.
[She sat back, and she let her sleeve drop back to where it had been.] We parted ways then, but we came together again for the war. You weren't involved when it began. You had no interest in helping Wonder Woman save Superman from the government's clutches, and you and the rest of our team remained away. It was only when Pandora's Box was opened that you came. For me. I was at Batman's side then. You brought the others. Xanadu, Boston, Frank, Holland. But we did not escape unscathed. We spent the war in a concentration camp, our magic being siphoned to feed the Syndicate, to give them powers. [She shuddered, and he did not need to know the torture they'd endured. Months of it, days, years, she lost count.] In the end, you left us, once we were out of the camp. During the final fight, you left us.