M'gann sat, curled up in an old blanket, one that still smelled like home.
She was thirsty, and tired, but too afraid to sleep.
In her dreams, they were hunting for her, with fire and pitchforks, and she was trapped.
Trapped in her other form, the Other M'gann.
The one who would disgust them, if they knew.
She flinched away from that thought, and landed on guilt instead.
It was all her fault.
She'd forced them into a hideous nightmare.
She'd forgotten.
All my fault.
Me and my out of control powers.
Way to go, Megan.
Let's just mentally scar the whole team.
Congratulations.
"M'gann… she lost control. She's lost faith in herself, completely."
Black Canary carefully didn't voice her other thought, but the girl did it for her.
"She needs a fractured mind to heal, to help regain confidence in herself. Somewhere she can't screw up any worse than it has been already."
Now, her tone was bitter.