I guess I was gone for too long.

[She'd read the comics, she'd seen at least one way her story was supposed to end, with her in pieces on the ground and her father sweeping away to be a hero.]

I think...this might be my fault. But like, if I died to stop all this then I wouldn't have lived to help the people in the last universe I was in and it's like...I'm not smart enough to work out stuff like destiny and alternative timelines and junk.

But even if it's not my fault, I need to fix this somehow. There's gotta be something we can do.

[Maybe not today...but someday.]