Time for Reflection

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After having her injuries--as superficial as they were--treated in the medbay, Lyta had gone immediately to get some much needed sleep. Her encounter with the inquisitor in the sensorium had been grueling, nerve-wracking and painful. She'd suffered a multitude of bruises, several lacerations and one of her ribs had been cracked. However, she had thankfully survived. She had gone through what the Vorlons liked to call "the crucible" and she had come out the other side. She had, like all that had before her, come out changed. She had more doubts, more questions, more uncertainties than she had when she had gone in. But instead of doubts concerning her safety, questions of the superheroes humility, and uncertainty over whether she could trust them, all the new ones were about her.

This was why, when she finally woke back up from her rest, Lyta made her way down to the city and headed directly for one of the few places she had discovered that was peaceful here: the Garibah Tree. The tree under which she had first met Ax, the one that reflected a person's feelings back to them. And that was just what Lyta needed, for her emotions to be shown to her in the hope that, perhaps, she may gain some sort of perspective.

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"No, I'm fine. Really. It was just...." Lyta allowed her shoulders to sag, taking on the weight of what had happened in the sensorium and its implications. "...it gave me a lot to think about. About what I've been thinking and the things I've been saying and doing since I got here."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"And...?" He prompted. "You mean with the last meeting, or before then?"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," she shrugged, uncertain. "Maybe a little of both. But, mainly, I think with the last meeting. I mean, I guess I'm just starting to wonder if maybe I was jumping the gun. Maybe I was the one being irrational."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan paused for a moment, considering what to say. He glanced away, and then looked at her.

"Think there was a lot of going on. Hell ever wonder you were getting some mental feedback or something? I mean a lot of us been cooped up in here for what, months?"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"No, it was me," she confessed. "I've been blocking people most of the time. I almost have to just to keep Stacy's interference from giving me a headache. So, I'm pretty certain it was all me. I think I just keep forgetting that everyone is just as scared as I am, and that they're going to make mistakes."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Yeah." He scratched the back of his head subconsciously, and lowered it again. Nathan's been pretty calm overall. Takes more to ruffle his feathers as it were.

"Need some time to blow off some steam. Know how it is." Some were able to get away and off the damn ship for a while. Mission or not, at least they got to see something else that wasn't pulsing and filled with tentacles.

"Maybe next time we can get some time off this damn thing." Partly why he had been flying when he could. Itchy feet.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," she nodded hopefully. She had to admit, it would be nice to get off the ship, if even for just a little bit, and not be under constant surveillance. Not to mention she wouldn't have to deal with the constant static coming from Stacy and the headaches it caused.

"Then again, knowing my luck it would probably end up more like the surface of Mars than it would the French Riviera."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"That's usually how it goes for my luck too, least lately." Nathan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and did get a lot of things handed to him. Mostly due to family influence. But hasn't been so in recent years, and definitely not as much since he came on board. Between getting knocked out by bugs, almost infested and his face smashed in, hasn't been easy.

"Can't promise the actual Rivera, but we can try for a version of it? Just for now till we get something like the real thing? If you're interested?" He then offered to her.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Lyta's brow furrowed as she considered Nathan and what he'd said for a moment, turning it over in her head as she decided whether she'd actually heard him--and interpreted him--correctly.

"Are you asking me out, Mr. Petrelli?" she asked.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Nathan, and well, yeah I am. You interested?" And he flashed her a more sincere grin than most get from him.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

She gave him a questioning look. "Yes...but you do realize what you're doing, right? I mean, I am a telepath which pretty much means you can never lie to me without me knowing. You'll almost never be able to surprise me. I mean, it's not exactly a level playing field..."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan shrugged, "I've worked with a telepath before, I know how it is. And hell just means a challenge to surprise you."

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Ok..." she said with a sigh. She turned her head for a moment, looking up at the tree, in an effort to hide the smile that was forcing its way through. "...well, don't say I didn't warn you."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you gave me more warning than I usually get lately, so thanks," He admitted with another easy grin.