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โ โ โ โ โ๐ขoddesses, ๐๐๐พ๐น๐ my hand,
โ โ โ โ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ and ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฎisters,
โ โ โ โ โ if I do not find you in this
โ โ โ โ โ world. I will find you in the
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ next world.โ
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โTraining never ends. Demons rise from the red haze and I meet them blade-first. Steel sings, fire answers and still I stand. This is how I keep the city safeโby cutting down what would devour it. Pegasus waits above, ready when the skies call.โ
Diana regards Victorwith quiet steel in her eyes, voice even and unyielding.
โFreedom without consequence is chaos, Victor. But order without freedom is only another chain.
I will not trade one tyranny for another.โ
Diana glanced back over her shoulder, a soft smile curving her lips as the Merc with a Mouth fell into step behind her, weapons blessedly quiet for once.
โThunderthighs, is it?โ Diana mused, voice warm with quiet amusement. โIโll allow it this once.โ Diana slowed her pace โ
โ just enough that they walked side by side, the tension of battle far behind them.
โYouโre right. It is rather pleasant, isnโt it? No constant bickering. No chaos for the sake of chaos.โ A small, knowing glance. โThough I suspect peace never lasts long in your company.โ โ
Dianaโs expression remains serene, yet something ancient and unyielding flickers behind her eyes. Diana steps closer, the quiet authority of her presence filling the space between them.
โContentment born of chains is still captivity, Victor.โ Diana answers softly. โTrue โ
โJust finished todayโs training. Blade through stone. Every swing of my sword shatters another boulder into dust and flying shards. The mountain itself yields. Strength is not givenโit is taken, strike by strike.โ
Dianaโs gaze remained steady and warm upon Rebecca, the quiet strength in her presence softening further as the younger womanโs words settled between them like the gentle hush of the garden around them. Diana did not interrupt, did not rush to fill the silence with easy โ
โ stand beside you while you gather those pieces. Let me remind you, when the storms grow loud, that your strength is already skin-deep and deeper still. Your powers are not only for others they are yours first. To heal the parts of yourself the world never sees. To make โ
Dianaโs gaze does not waver. The air around her seems to thicken with quiet power as she regards the armored tyrant.
โSafety without freedom is not happiness, Victor.โ Diana answers, voice still low, still steady. โIt is only a longer, quieter death.โ









