ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇsᴛɪᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (cigam) wrote in valloic,
"You've always been worth it, John."
Zee didn't hesitate when replying, and she wasn't telling fibs either. It was so odd, in a way. To think of how many other times she'd met him, in other lives and now she was here and had the chance to see a whole different perspective of him. And yet, face to face, everything and nothing changed. Even in a different world, he was the same. Different paths, but they had the same souls. Only the footsteps varied. The expression on his face, his temperament, was what she knew too, everything about it - she could practically trace the familiarity in the air between them, if she wanted to.
Time or place really wasn’t of any consequence because there would always be a connection to the important players of your lives - strings beneath bones that tied you to each other, and versions did not matter.
"For awhile he didn't believe me either, when I said he was worth it. He wanted to run on more than one occasion too, I'm sure," she said. Especially after she found out she was pregnant - there had been a lot of talks and tears shed. "But then I don't know, he just - finally saw that there was a chance to build something and keep it. The world also wasn't as dangerous as some of the ones we have known - different circumstances." Wanted to do something right for once, Zatanna could recall him saying. They'd been rocky as they always were but she loved him - still did.