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I caught Lian talking with Ibn the other day about him. A few months back when the worlds were falling into one another Lian saw him - an older version. He was some possible future I guess. Ever since then, she's wanted to know about him. She even insisted on going to visit his grave when he went on the short road trip. In Ibn's time, he grew up to be a hero and Ibn's friend. He took the Darkstar mantle I used to have and joined a new group of Titans.
Things didn't turn out that way here. Here, he used the power of the Titan seed in me and the power provided as part of the Amazons to instantly grow up into a monster. I remember the look on Terry's face - the terror of it. I don't like showing off how much I can lift or anything terribly flashy with the abilities I have. They just are there and there are people better at what I do anyway. Terry liked the idea I was special at first. After awhile, he became upset if I moved the furnature by myself and Gods help me if I offered to take him flying. After Bobby defeat I begged for the power to be taken from him - from us - so he could live as a normal boy. Everything is hazy after that because Terry didn't want the Titans or my sisters on Themscyria to be part of our lives. I don't know if he actually became bitter and blamed our problems on the abilities I and others around me had, or if I just took the blame for his unhappiness on myself and wanted to fix it. What I do know is that now I don't recall a first word or a first step. I don't even remember being told that he died. My first memory of knowing it happened is when Wally and Diana came after they were notified and I was already at the hospital feeling more powerless then I'd ever been, even with my new Darkstar uniform.
Connor even told her about enough about Greece to know that he didn't want to come home, but that her father did.
Ibn offered to share his memories of his version of Bobby with me. I want to, but I admit to feeling apprehensive. I can't really place my finger on why. I mean, it's my son. My son the hero. The supposed peacemaker of a future line up of Titans out there somewhere. I'd see him grown up and be alive. Even knowing that world doesn't exsist and never could, even if it doesn't ease any pain, I have to hope it's better than this gap I have left. Of only knowing your son most clearly as someone that wanted - wants - nothing to do with you, despite loving and missing him with all your heart.
There are days I envy Kory's ability to feel through things with a clear heart or Raven's clear-headedness. I have neither on the subject, nor do I know the person who's offering this very well.
Things didn't turn out that way here. Here, he used the power of the Titan seed in me and the power provided as part of the Amazons to instantly grow up into a monster. I remember the look on Terry's face - the terror of it. I don't like showing off how much I can lift or anything terribly flashy with the abilities I have. They just are there and there are people better at what I do anyway. Terry liked the idea I was special at first. After awhile, he became upset if I moved the furnature by myself and Gods help me if I offered to take him flying. After Bobby defeat I begged for the power to be taken from him - from us - so he could live as a normal boy. Everything is hazy after that because Terry didn't want the Titans or my sisters on Themscyria to be part of our lives. I don't know if he actually became bitter and blamed our problems on the abilities I and others around me had, or if I just took the blame for his unhappiness on myself and wanted to fix it. What I do know is that now I don't recall a first word or a first step. I don't even remember being told that he died. My first memory of knowing it happened is when Wally and Diana came after they were notified and I was already at the hospital feeling more powerless then I'd ever been, even with my new Darkstar uniform.
Connor even told her about enough about Greece to know that he didn't want to come home, but that her father did.
Ibn offered to share his memories of his version of Bobby with me. I want to, but I admit to feeling apprehensive. I can't really place my finger on why. I mean, it's my son. My son the hero. The supposed peacemaker of a future line up of Titans out there somewhere. I'd see him grown up and be alive. Even knowing that world doesn't exsist and never could, even if it doesn't ease any pain, I have to hope it's better than this gap I have left. Of only knowing your son most clearly as someone that wanted - wants - nothing to do with you, despite loving and missing him with all your heart.
There are days I envy Kory's ability to feel through things with a clear heart or Raven's clear-headedness. I have neither on the subject, nor do I know the person who's offering this very well.
