[She sees that look on his face--she remembers seeing that look on soldiers' faces after the war. After all the wars. The only reason she knows it's never been on her own is because she's never even considered being anything else. Even with her civilian job in her own world, she was always fighting, always protecting those who couldn't protect themselves. It's no different for her now, five hundred or so years removed from her own time.
Diana waits patiently as he thinks things over, her eyes holding a knowing light. She takes a moment to think about his question, also choosing her words carefully.]
Not officially.
[Because her nights are still late, and she still comes home to her one-bedroom with sore muscles and her ears ringing from the sound of gunshots.]
But for me... it isn't something I can choose to walk away from.
[Doing that would mean disappointing so many people who have died believing in her. It would mean letting go of a duty that has defined her for the past five thousand years. This is a burden that was put upon her shoulders before she was even born, and it isn't one she can shirk. Walking another path has never been her fate.]
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Diana waits patiently as he thinks things over, her eyes holding a knowing light. She takes a moment to think about his question, also choosing her words carefully.]
Not officially.
[Because her nights are still late, and she still comes home to her one-bedroom with sore muscles and her ears ringing from the sound of gunshots.]
But for me... it isn't something I can choose to walk away from.
[Doing that would mean disappointing so many people who have died believing in her. It would mean letting go of a duty that has defined her for the past five thousand years. This is a burden that was put upon her shoulders before she was even born, and it isn't one she can shirk. Walking another path has never been her fate.]