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WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
[ BEEP. ]

KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
[ BEEP. ]

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Oh. [Wally heads over to sit on the armrest of the nearby couch, lacing his fingers together between his knees.] Then I guess we know about the same amount. Look, don't...don't worry about it too much. We're gonna figure this out. Robin and me, we're already working on something that'll help Artemis.

[ She'll just keep her spot over here against the kitchen counter. No use sitting on more comfortable things, right. ]

She mentioned something about that. I've ... helped her attach a memory tighter to her mind so she might be able to remember when she goes home. I don't know if it'll work.

[ She sighs a little, shoulders slumping. Some things just can't be dropped. ]

Do you know about ... Bart's past? In 2056, I mean.

[Wally shrugs, the movement tight.] Not a lot. I didn't ask for details. From what he told me [and how he is] it sounds like it was...bad. [Yeah, 'bad.']

[ F i d g e t. ]

Y-Yeah. It's ... He's so cheerful now, and I have to wonder ... how he does it.

Umm memory suppression? Some serious compartmentalization? I don't know, and I don't ask. If that stuff is buried it's probably for a good reason. [L O O K.]

It's ... a bit less buried now, I think.

[ Nope not even looking at the Wall-Man. ]

Edited 2014-10-13 00:33 (UTC)

[Wally huffs out a breath through his nose and looks away.] Why would you even go in there like that...? Is it just because that's what you're used to? It was reflex?

... Kind of. Back home, it would've ... It's just as natural as speaking out loud. That's--

[ She sighs a little, finally resolving herself to move over and sit upon the couch with her friend. Distance kept, of course. ]

It's how different countries and places on Earth- they speak different languages. Hundreds of languages, maybe more, I don't really know. But. On Mars it's ... It's our primary form of communication. Over speech, any sort of long distance communication- even that could be telepathy depending on their strength of range.

When I found out about the future-- About what the Reach do. That she knew it because of Bart and I ... I sort of did it without thinking. I-I mean I knew what I was doing. But ... It was like those movies about the end of the world. Our home was gone, everything. It was nothing but ash, dark skies.

[Ash and dark skies. Somehow Wally can't associate Bart with that kind of image, but...maybe he can. When Bart was looking over the salt flats like he didn't know how to feel or what to think. His slumped shoulders, loose hands, the way he murmured slow and quiet like he didn't want to be heard.

Wally bites the inside of his cheek, staring at a point on the wall so he doesn't have to look at M'gann. She's never tried to do anything but help out her teammates, so it's difficult for him to reconcile that understanding of her with the knowledge that she basically kicked down the doors of his baby cousin's brain and rummaged around. It couldn't have been done maliciously. She couldn't have meant to hurt anyone or invade anyone's privacy. It was all reflex, right?]

What do you guys do on Mars when you wanna keep stuff from each other, though?

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