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It was time to stop hiding. That didn't mean she was going to fully integrate herself into island society again. She still wasn't going to go to her dance classes, especially not with Percy there, but she had decided to go ahead and live in her own place again. As grateful as she was to Charlie and Edmund for letting her crash at their place, she wanted to be back home.

She had left notes in the mailboxes of everyone that had gone home with everyone. They simply said I'm sorry. -Valkyrie

She wasn't sure what could be said beyond that. She hated herself for what she had done to them, even if becoming Darquesse had been to save them. In the end, she hadn't been strong enough to save her friends, not from herself. Not only that, but each time she became Darquesse, it was harder and harder to find her way back. If it hadn't been for the ending of the dream, she wasn't sure if she would have come back from that.

Then there was the fact that all of her closest friends now knew her secret. It wouldn't have been so bad except that her secret was that she had the potential to become some sort of crazy-powerful nut job without any conscience. Go her.

Sighing, Valkyrie curled up on her couch and hugged her knees to her chest. She'd just sit here for a while and try not to obsess over what happened. Later, much, much later tonight she would head to the ring and take out some anger on one of the bags and maybe go for a run along the beach.

[This can be set for any time between the 1st of June and now.]

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"It's mostly just an easy way to differentiate between whether or not I'm evil," she said. While she didn't consider Darquesse the real her, it was still a version of her.

"I mean, there's a lot of stuff I can do or that I know when I'm like that, but it's not really a different person. I guess I also just don't like thinking of that as me."

"Yeah- Valkyrie- look," Steph smiles slightly and spreads her hands. "I know you. Maybe not everything, because evil magic twin version took me by surprise and for all I know you've got a mermaid tattoo on your butt or something. Everyone's got things they dont want to mention." Steph has a whole stack of them, way more than most people acquire by her age. "But I know you would never willingly do those things, not if you were in control."

"I wouldn't, I would never want to hurt any of you," she said. Well, not unless she lost her conscience and turned evil, obviously, but that was a special circumstances. If Steph could forgive her, maybe she shouldn't be so hard on herself.

"I just wish I was strong enough to prevent it."

"Well, it seems to me that you're preventing it all the time just by being you instead of what you could be." it's easy to see how attractive the idea of just giving in and saying fuck the consequences would be, almost as terrifying it would be to have a bundle of evil crazy inside of you.

"And- we were all going to get eaten by the undead, let's not forget. You let yourself getting munched on by the undead to save our lives."

"And that was really, really gross," she said, making a face as she remembered how it felt to get eaten. That had been both painful and disgusting and an experience she never wanted to repeat again.

"Definitely not something I would ever recommend for any reason."

"Believe me when I say that I shall do everything in my power to avoid it." And she means it. She is so not getting eaten by zombies any time soon, not if she can help it.

Steph reaches out to touch Valkyrie on the shoulder. Not sure how receptive she is to post-brooding touch, and, heck, she knows a lot of people who are weird about human contact in general so approach with caution. "So no more brooding, huh? I don't want your outsides eaten by zombies, I don't want your insides eaten by undeserved guilt."

"Well, how can I brood after such a lovely analogy?" Valkyrie said. The idea of guilt eating at her like the zombies had was really gross. Totally not something she wanted to be doing to herself.

"But I'll try, I promise."

Steph grins at her, brief but bright. "I know, you should be swayed by my expert grasp of the English language." Then her smile fades to a fond smile as she nods. "Good, that's all I can ask for. And I know it's not easy."

A pause then she can't help but ask. "So who came up with the name Darquesse?"

"It's just sort of... my name," she said with a shrug. She wasn't sure if anyone came up with true names, they just were your name.

"It was in a book with everyone's true name, but since the book was destroyed, I don't know how you'd go about finding them out."