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The Beach, Sunday evening
After her encounter with the guy at Demon Marcus, Dinah went to the beach. She'd thought of heading back to Luke's, but that would mean telling Priestly what happened right away, and she wasn't sure she could do that yet. She needed to get her head on straight.

So she sat on the pale sand, watching the waves, and tried to meditate. Not crying, no. That would be-- stupid. Selfish. Stupid.

It's not about you. It's about that kid. And his friend he killed. You need to tell Priestly so he can check on him. Or have someone else do it. Someone who can help him. Hug him. Make him feel safe. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It's over. It isn't your fault. You're not her. You killed her. Twice. Once in that other Fandom, staying out in the sunlight so she'd never be able to come back. Burning up. Once in that nightmare with Trigon (and then she'd turned into that bitch again, it was a trick, and they'd killed Raven, all of them, and....) Priestly killed the one who killed that kid. Priestly should be the one to help him. There was nothing you could do. He didn't want you there. You were scaring the crap out of him, just standing there. No fixing it.

Her stomach hurt.

You're fine. You're okay. Get a grip, Lance. You'll get someone to help him, and... I don't even know his name.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. The waves rolled in. They slid back out, taking sand and shells and seaweed with them.


[ooc: establishy. Mostly for link drop, but open if you're on the beach. Although Dinah's not really up for a chat.]