"Do it."

"No."

"Do it."

"I won't."

It was dark, really dark. Diana knew that something was wrong, but only in the way that you can know you're forgetting something and not know what. She knew that all was not well. And she knew nothing else.

Her feet dangled beneath her, not touching ground. Below her was a checkerboard tile floor and above her was a needlessly frilly looking chandelier. Diana didn't know why she was flying, but she didn't know much these days.

She didn't know why there was a voice in her head.

"Make him do it."

"No."

"You must obey me! Obey the Darkness, Diana."

"I can't! I've caused enough pain!"

Oh yeah.

That's right.

Diana remembered now.

She wouldn't let The Darkness have its way. That was why she could barely see, why her vision was blurrier than an 80 year-old's, like she couldn't look out of her own eyes properly, Why she had been strung up by Caine like a demented puppet. That was why she couldn't control her own mouth.

"Release her, Caine. Release me. You don't want her hurt, do you, Caine? I will hurt her, Caine. You know my power. You know what I can do with her mind." Said the thing that was not Diana.

And there was Caine, obscured my the shadow of the doorway, looking up at her in horror. He should really calm down. Diana wished he would stop crying, the tears looked so unnatural on his handsomely cruel face, made him look so much younger and so much weaker. He looked ready to break, to give in.

But he couldn't! Diana couldn't let him free the thing inside of her. The Darkness only wanted to cause pain and suffering, and damn the consequences. Diana couldn't allow that. She wouldn't. It was decided. She would not bend. She would not let it win. Diana would have nothing more to be guilty about.

And if The Darkness broke her?

Well.

She deserved it, didn't she?