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Adjustment Period [open]
The first thing he'd insisted on them fixing was the clone brand, but the surgery to fix his arm had come first, to allow all the tissue to heal right. His tendency towards fast healing was taking care of the rest. Then they got rid of the stupid clone brand after.
His hand was gone.
It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.
There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.
Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.
Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?
Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.
It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.
It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).
Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.
His hand was gone.
It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.
There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.
Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.
Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?
Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.
It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.
It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).
Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.
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The one in which Kon was meant to die.
She'd been thinking about that ever since she'd heard about Kon's situation, but she tried her best to brush those thoughts away.
No weirdness. Kon would hate that.
"Thank Rao for that?" Kara said, a little unsurely. Did Kon beg to the Kryptonian gods? Kara realized that she didn't really know. "What have the doctors said?"
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A pause.
"After all that, with the clones down there, there's the fact that we don't exactly know where Stacy gets her cloned limbs and organs from. Doesn't feel right. Mechanical limb would just break. Other than that, it's healing fine."
His hand was just...gone. And he'd have to deal with it.
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"To be honest, the hand thing? That was a fluke. Went down on a teleporter pad, lost it, and that was that."
It was traumatic, sure, but not the end of the world.
"It was the situation that was bad down there. The stuff that happened with the clones. That was what was messed up, and I'm still working through that. I think I will be for a while."
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Yeah, that spelled it out pretty well.
"Also, they branded the clones in the group as clones with a holographic brand like we were special edition comic books or something. Also, they cloned us all against our will. They kinda sucked."
Understatement.
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He didn't want to talk about that anymore.
"Anyway, we came, we kicked butt, we hopefully left the world better than it was before we showed up (maybe), and we got the tech, so mission accomplished, I guess."
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She also held back on the making a clone of a clone joke. She didn't think that Kon would appreciate it. Especially not since he'd already had a weird clone experience with Match.
Instead, she stood up, reached across, and gave her cousin a warm, loving squeeze. One that didn't last very long because, again, she didn't think he'd be all that appreciative of it.
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"Thanks, cuz."
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Except for when they weren't flesh-and-blood, like Metallo, but that wasn't the point here.
"That's implied, sweetie." She tilted her head and smiled. As much as she loved Kal - and she loved him dearly - her relationship with him would always be different from her relationship to Kon. Kon was the closest thing that Kara would ever have to a brother. Kal was...well, it was hard to put words to that. "So's this, but I have to say it anyway. I love you. And you don't know how glad I am that this is the worst that happened to you down there. Because it could've been...you know. I don't want to talk about that, and you don't either." She giggled a little awkwardly. "How many girls have come to give you get well soon cards and stuff so far?"
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"Would you believe none so far? No babes. I tell ya', as far as the ship is concerned, I don't have any game."
It was annoying. Part of him liked the ego-stroking.
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Which was confessing something interesting there.
The thing with Cassie being, something he hadn't told Kara about yet.
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Oh crap, now he was going to get it.
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He blurted out, "It wasn't bad, like...we were still friends. Just...tense, but not bad. And I broke up with her but it was because...she was all twisted up and it was affecting our relationship. Like she actually was talking to me like I was some kind of liability to leading the Titans because she cared about me."
What was up with that?
He actually looked a little hurt.
"I just wanted to be with her, you know? But she couldn't relax and just let the relationship happen. It was almost like--like she resented me for making her worry."
It hadn't...felt good.
"So we took a break. And now I remember that."
He bit his lip.
"And now I just...don't feel the same way about her."
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Oh yeah.
"Revolving door o' death, just like Kal. Same way too--the Kryptonian chrysalis and some mad science on behalf of the Brainiacs."
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Messed up his damn life in a lot of ways.
"In case she wakes up again--she didn't remember that part, just like I didn't. Before. When she was awake. So I wrote her a letter. I'd...I'd let her down as easily as I can. It's just...not there anymore, after all that."
He was kind of annoyed that she was capable of that, to be perfectly honest.
"I know she's your best friend--and I still think of her as one of mine too, but it just worked out all wrong and now I can't...think about her the same way. I swear I tried not to hurt her. And if she woke up and didn't remember it, I'd try not to again."
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Give her a target, hoo boy.
"Anyway, the Tana thing...That's. Even if Tana wasn't here, I'd still have broken it off with Cass. It's just... well, Tana was my first. Ever since we died, I've wondered what we could've had. It's not like I care about her more than Cass or anything, but... but I need to know."