[Artemis almost leaves it at that, even winds up to toss her comm to the other side of the bed so she won't be bothered by any more well-meaning messages.
He says it was Kaldur. And I'm not giving you time to brood or ask "WHAT" because I'm not a complete jerk. The thing is, Kaldur wouldn't have. Even five years from now. Even if things got really, really bad. No matter what happens, he wouldn't. There's just no way.
So maybe Bart's wrong about the rest of it, too.
[ And in repeating it, it sounds truer. He can believe this. He can convince himself of this. ]
[For Artemis, the final piece of the puzzle slides into place, but it only leaves her bewildered and hurt, like a knife in her stomach.
Kaldur? She loves Kaldur--they all do--and trusts him completely. She would have believed anyone before she would have believed Kaldur--even her own flesh and blood.
Maybe that's the problem. She should have learned her lesson with Jade: when you love someone, they're going to hurt you. It's every girl for herself and letting people in just means you're giving them a clearer shot.
She hears what Robin is saying--it doesn't make sense at all--but the people she trusts have always been the ones to hurt her the most.]
why would he
[She can't finish the question. She just curls up with the comm clutched in her fist and her face pressed to her knees, hugging herself tightly.]
[She feels the comm buzz in her closed fist. She tightens her grip.
Hours later dim sunlight creeps in her window and she begins to uncoil, finally looking at the words.
He wouldn't.
Robin's faith should be comforting. She trusts Robin more than she's trusted anyone else in the world. If he says there's another possibility, then how can he be wrong?
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Something stops her.]
how did you find out?text
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great. so now everyone knows. maybe I should start a countdown clock.text
Don't joke about that.
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if anyone gets to joke about it it's ME, robin.text
How much do you know?
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I'm dead 2016.[She looks at the words and has to look away for a moment.]
no one will tell me the rest.[She's not sure if that makes it better or worse.]
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But the more I think about it, the more the "how" doesn't make sense.
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robin... are you seriously detective-ing right now?[So not a word. She so doesn't care.]
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... Yes.
But not the way you think.
He says it was Kaldur. And I'm not giving you time to brood or ask "WHAT" because I'm not a complete jerk. The thing is, Kaldur wouldn't have. Even five years from now. Even if things got really, really bad. No matter what happens, he wouldn't. There's just no way.
So maybe Bart's wrong about the rest of it, too.
[ And in repeating it, it sounds truer. He can believe this. He can convince himself of this. ]
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Kaldur? She loves Kaldur--they all do--and trusts him completely. She would have believed anyone before she would have believed Kaldur--even her own flesh and blood.
Maybe that's the problem. She should have learned her lesson with Jade: when you love someone, they're going to hurt you. It's every girl for herself and letting people in just means you're giving them a clearer shot.
She hears what Robin is saying--it doesn't make sense at all--but the people she trusts have always been the ones to hurt her the most.]
why would he[She can't finish the question. She just curls up with the comm clutched in her fist and her face pressed to her knees, hugging herself tightly.]
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Hours later dim sunlight creeps in her window and she begins to uncoil, finally looking at the words.
He wouldn't.
Robin's faith should be comforting. She trusts Robin more than she's trusted anyone else in the world. If he says there's another possibility, then how can he be wrong?
... But she trusts Kaldur too.
Get traught or get dead...
She just doesn't know what to think any more.]