“Yeah.”
“Then tell me what to do.” She didn’t meet my eyes. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve spent so long helping others, and I’m so scared, I feel numb. My brain isn’t working. Can’t think straight. I- I just don’t know anymore. I’m not making any promises, I won’t fight, won’t face the Nine, don’t want to talk to Tattletale, but…” she trailed off, unable to finish her thought.
I’ve been having the thought “what if Amy became an Undersider” churning in the back of my head for some time now. I’ve fucked up in not mentioning it before now, but that’s beside the point. The point is that this is pretty damn close to that coming true, especially if it becomes a long-term thing.
And I’m so here for it.
I swallowed. I couldn’t even manage with myself, and now she wanted me to guide her?
Heh.
Relatable, honestly.
“Okay,” I said. My mind was going a mile a minute. She was one of the most powerful parahumans native to Brockton Bay. How was I supposed to use her?
First of all, fix your leg. You seem to be walking around fine for now, but I can’t imagine it didn’t take some damage that could come back to haunt you soon enough, when you have to run from some threat.
But seriously, it’s going to be incredibly good to have a healer around.
One idea crossed my mind, and I hated myself for thinking it, for the stark fear I felt at the thought. “Okay. I won’t ask you to face the Nine. But you can give us the ability to go after them, to fight them.
Are you talking about something like what Bonesaw’s done to the squishies among the Nine, having the girl with biological mastery give you protections?
There’s this part of the brain that Bonesaw called the… Corona something. Corona potential? Can you access mine?
Ah shit, she’s asking Amy to mess with her brain. That won’t go over well considering how that ended last time.
Tweak my power, give me more range? As much as you can.”
Seriously, though, this is a pretty awesome idea.
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