Paradise Lost
The sun sets over the battered city on Themyscira, throwing an ethereal glow over the ruined temples.
Hippolyta stands alone, watching the flying machine her daughter and her friends used to travel to the island. It turns to the west, towards the setting sun. The wind hits her hard as the machine flies away.
Hippolyta holds back her tears. She has done her duty as Queen, and banished a law-breaker. Soon, she will mourn as a mother losing her daughter.
"May Hera watch over you," she murmurs softly, "my little sun and stars."
The machine vanishes. Hippolyta bows her head.
Diana sits in the co-pilot's seat, staring ahead out the cockpit's window. Next to her, Batman pilots the Javelin in silence, something she's grateful for. She does not have the strength to talk and maintain control of her emotions at the moment.
Banished. Her own mother had banished her. Themyscira is beyond her reach, likely for good. Diana might as well consider her mother and her sisters dead.
She bites her lip. Part of her wants to scream, to wail at the unfairness of it all, but nonetheless, she maintains her desperate hold on her dignity and pride.
Goodbye, Mother.