[Talk about bleak pictures. The minority in a world that doesn't need them? Jesus. That she's from some brutal world where people are almost dead -and some of them directly because of her- has never been more obvious than right now.

Wally pushes his chair back and stands up, gut feeling tight and unhappy, like he ate something sour. He's sure she means well but that really, really doesn't sit right with him.]

I've got people who can handle that.

But this place is a lot closer to what my world is like than it is to yours, isn't it? And I might not have been in the superhero game a long time back home, but my mentor's been in it for years and he was mentored by a guy who was in it for decades. They know what they're doing, and they've been teaching me. I know what I'm doing too.