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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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"Not anymore. That was who I was... before." Cass murmured. Before Gotham, before Barbara and Bruce and the mission he had given her. She could be that again, she chose not to be. She chose to be stronger than that, she chose not to kill. "I'm not better. Steph is better, Jessica... others. Not me."

"You're better," Valkyrie said firmly. That was not something she would back down on, not for someone that had so much faith in her, that was such a good person deep down. Actually, you didn't even have to go that deep down to find it.

"You had to fight through all that. You're better."

It was the faith, the hope, that she was better that made Cassandra's lips soften. Not quite a smile or perhaps too sad a smile. She knew who she was, she knew what she was. She judged herself harshly because she knew she could never be forgiven. She was a murderer.

"I will always be that person, I will always be a killer. I chose not to be but it will always be there within me. I cannot run from it ever, it is who I am." Cass replied simply. "Not better. Just... I understand now. That it is wrong."

"We'll just have to agree to disagree," Valkyrie said with a nod. "Because in my book, choosing not to be that makes you better."

There were probably a lot of people, more than was nice to think about, who would kill if they thought they were physically able or could get away with it. Cass could do both, but she chose not to.

"It's our choices that make us what we are. I mean, 'no killing' isn't even a rule that I have."