(What a strange way to think of her mission. Lucretia's torn between laughing and uncertainty; as a result, her nose scrunches in confusion. For her, it's always felt a lot less glamourous than that. They hardly ever seem to know what they are doing; dropped into strange worlds one after another, having to piece everything together along the way. And if they didn't do it fast enough, they'd lose entire planets that had once been bursting with life. Doesn't seem very heroic to her.
Her gaze drops to the book in her hands. She knows Cisco wouldn't have meant for this to upset her at all, but she really can't imagine why anybody would compare what she's been through to a superhero in a book. Even on cycles when they manage to beat the Hunger to the light she can't say she's ever felt triumphant in the wake of such a victory. After all, if they hadn't come to the planet in the first place, it would never have been put in risk. It's more akin to a giant clean-up operation, trailing the multiverse with a giant cloth to wipe up the damage they've been causing as they go.
Perhaps this inner turmoil has shown on her face. She's tuned him out a little as she thinks, and comes back into the conversation abruptly, her fingers tapping restlessly on the cover of the comic. Cisco is talking about somebody he knows back home; Lucretia nods, cluing back in just in time.)
Do you know many superheroes? (She asks, glancing up.) You said you're quite knowledgeable about them– does this extend to their secret identities too?
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(What a strange way to think of her mission. Lucretia's torn between laughing and uncertainty; as a result, her nose scrunches in confusion. For her, it's always felt a lot less glamourous than that. They hardly ever seem to know what they are doing; dropped into strange worlds one after another, having to piece everything together along the way. And if they didn't do it fast enough, they'd lose entire planets that had once been bursting with life. Doesn't seem very heroic to her.
Her gaze drops to the book in her hands. She knows Cisco wouldn't have meant for this to upset her at all, but she really can't imagine why anybody would compare what she's been through to a superhero in a book. Even on cycles when they manage to beat the Hunger to the light she can't say she's ever felt triumphant in the wake of such a victory. After all, if they hadn't come to the planet in the first place, it would never have been put in risk. It's more akin to a giant clean-up operation, trailing the multiverse with a giant cloth to wipe up the damage they've been causing as they go.
Perhaps this inner turmoil has shown on her face. She's tuned him out a little as she thinks, and comes back into the conversation abruptly, her fingers tapping restlessly on the cover of the comic. Cisco is talking about somebody he knows back home; Lucretia nods, cluing back in just in time.)
Do you know many superheroes? (She asks, glancing up.) You said you're quite knowledgeable about them– does this extend to their secret identities too?