Heart of a Hero

1,000 Reasons to Leave, 1,001 Reasons to Stay

Like a bull chasing the matador is the man left to his own schemes
Everybody needs someone beside em' shining like a lighthouse from the sea

"Brother" - NEEDTOBREATHE

Danny didn't sleep a wink.

Honestly, how could he? The Justice League's sidekicks crashed his party. What were they doing in Happy Harbor? They weren't needed here! Why would they bother with some petty crime? That was pointless! The police could have handled it. Danny had the situation under control.

It was fine. Beyond fine.

So why were a random assortment of sidekicks crashing his party? For some stupid and trivial robbery, four Justice Leaguers seemed a little excessive.

Were they on to him? Did they know Danny was there? The girl with the red hair certainly thought so. What if she told the rest of them? And what the hell was up with the fire alarm? Coincidences like that really didn't happen to him. The world wasn't that nice. Nothing was meaningless.

At first, Danny thought it was a new power. He dismissed that theory pretty fast - telekinesis was extremely hard to use and something like unconsciously pulling a fire alarm he couldn't directly see was a bit beyond his skill level.

His next thought was a ghost. But that didn't make any sense either since his ghost sense didn't go off. In fact, he didn't sense anyone other than the robbers and the Leaguers in the bank at all. No other heartbeats, no other footsteps, no other talking.

It crossed his mind that someone tripped the alarm by accident. But he had eyes on all the Leaguers in the room - no one was even close to a fire alarm.

It also briefly crossed his mind that there could have been a real fire, but that was also unlikely. There's no way a fire could have slipped not only his notice, but the sidekicks' notices as well.

These thoughts spun around in his mind like ballet dancers on Ritalin all night long as he stared at the popcorn ceiling of his apartment, twiddling his thumbs and anxiously waiting for the sun to rise, jumping every now and again as the lightening continued to flash and the thunder continued to bang.

The building shook as the rain poured outside. A shiver crawled up his back as Danny could hardly contain his paranoia. Oh God, he was going to have a panic attack. If the Justice League found him, in either form, he'd be a goner.

As a ghostly criminal guilty of a massive crime against humanity, the Justice League would be obligated to turn him over to the GIW to "protect humanity." Even if the League, by some twist of fate, believed him to be innocent, the Anti-Ecto Control Act was still in effect - all ghosts in the human realm were automatically property of the Guys in White for scientific and experimental purposes.

As a human and a minor, they were obligated to turn him over to his legal guardian, Vlad Masters.

There was no way for Danny to possibly win if the Justice League ever found him.

He could skip town. Danny's never been that close to any Leaguer before. Sure, he's seen a few at a distance. He thought for sure he saw Supergirl in the sky when he was hiding out in California, but she must have been miles up and he didn't stay in town much longer after that.

The redheaded girl must have been a few feet away from him.

Yeah, Danny couldn't risk being in Happy Harbor much longer.

But, his mind unhelpfully interjected, what about Wu and Mei and the Nanjing Palace? Right. The couple really needed his help, whether they wanted to admit it or not. God, he wanted to scream. This is exactly why he didn't want to make connections in this town - it made leaving so much harder. And it certainly didn't help that Danny was a deeply empathetic person by nature. He knew that his help meant the world to the elderly couple, and leaving them meant hurting them.

Danny most certainly did not want to do that.

It must have been three in the morning, and Danny was driving himself insane. His thoughts kept going around in circles with wildly different scenarios enacting in his mind's eye and not allowing him to relax. When one image would fade, another would take its place. It was a catch-22 situation.

Fine, you know what? He wasn't going to get anything done tonight. He could decide his plan in the morning. Maybe, if he thought hard enough, he could bring Sam the not-hallucination out of the dark, obscure corner his mind had saved for her and ask for advice. She really gave him a proper kick-in-the-pants on the pier not too many hours ago, in a way that only Sam was able to do... maybe she could do it again?

Besides, even if the redheaded girl knew he was there, what was the likelihood of her knowing exactly who he was?

Unless... unless she did. Unless she knew.

Jeez, it was going to be a long night.

The next day at school, Danny was much more of a wreck then he would care to admit.

The whole day, he thought he was going to have an aneurysm. He knew seeing those sidekicks wasn't as big of a deal as his mind was making it out to be, but Danny was famous for overthinking just about everything. He was suddenly suspicious of the way people were looking at him (which they were justified in doing because Danny's still the new kid, after all), the way people walked and talked and interacted around him (it's normal, he tried to assure himself), and the way they all meshed together and ignored his presence (they did that at Casper, too). Everything was bothering Danny. This, this, this was paranoia. He had this knotting sensation in the pit of his stomach and he felt the continuous urge to vomit.

By third period, Danny's skin was practically crawling. He had this government-type class called Civics - located in a rather scenic classroom on the second floor of the school with a whole bunch of windows lining the walls and a lot of bright sunlight shining through. His teacher was some guy in his early twenties by the name of Mr. Carr, who's shaggy hair brown and scruffy goatee gave him an overall laid-back appearance. His frame wasn't one to dismiss - he had those broad shoulders and that balanced stance that Danny always watched out for. He could have been a fighter at one point, and possibly was still capable of it, but Danny was fairly certain that he wasn't a threat. He didn't bother with too many formal introductions which, of course, Danny was grateful for.

He seemed like a pretty cool guy, not that Danny took much notice. The teenager knew he was going insane - he felt watched, studied, stared at like a lab rat by his peers - although hardly anyone even glanced glanced in his general direction. The same episode kept playing in his head on repeat: The Justice League finding his hideout, right in their clutches, and seizing the Nanjing Palace just to get to him. He kept seeing himself tied up in some rope they probably made ghost-proof somehow, held captive by Superman and taken to their base. He could see himself being strapped to a table and interrogated by Batman, and Danny choking on his words and being unable to give the entire story.

He kept getting visions of being turned over to the Guys in White and from there, his imagination wandered into horrifically morbid territory.

Before the explosion, Danny used to have nightmares about what those guys could do to him. They may have always been incompetent when it came to actual hunting, but they sure were cruel. And when they figured out what Danny really was, well...

You could say that Danny would never see the light of day again.

It freaked him out that this reoccurring nightmare was so close to becoming a reality.

Danny almost jumped a solid foot in the air when someone poked him from the desk directly behind where he was seated. So as to not make a scene, Danny glanced over his shoulder, attempting to calm his racing heart and keeping his clenched fists under the table.

Oh. It was just a kid, laid back in his seat with his feet propped up on the desk. Scrawny, light, and Danny could probably dropkick him across the room if he felt like it. He had a plain face, with shaggy brown hair hidden underneath a green beanie. He shot Danny a wide crooked smile and, to Danny's absent-minded horror, began talking. "Hi!" The kid said, disregarding Mr. Carr, who was still lecturing the class.

"Um," Danny started, eyeing the teacher who didn't seem to notice the two teenage boys seated at the back of the classroom at all. "...Hi."

"You're the new kid, right?" The kid said, removing his feet from the desk and leaning forward so he could better talk to Danny. He held out a friendly hand at Danny's nod, "Name's Marvin. Marvin White. Nice t'meetcha."

"Yeah," Danny responded in a low voice. "Uh, I'm Danny." He eyed the hand in suspicion. Danny tried to avoid physical contact with humans as much as he could - he was always colder to the touch due to his cold core. It sometimes freaked people out. But he took the hand anyway, hoping the temperature of the room would keep this Marvin kid from noticing the difference. "Good to meet you, too."

"Where'd'ya come from, huh?" Marvin asked, breaking the shake and giving Danny a look that vaguely reminded him of a child in a candy store.

"Just moved here from California," Danny said, nodding to the boy and wondering why on earth the scrawny teenager cared.

"California? That's sure a long ways away. What brings ya here?"

"Change of scenery." Danny stated simply. Enough questions, what on earth did this kid want?

"Understandable," Marvin nodded. "Did you ever see any celebrities?" Great, now his eyes were wide and he looked like he wasn't going to drop it.

"Um," Danny thought for a moment, wondering if that one Leaguer he saw briefly counted. He could always snap back 'Yeah, I looked in a mirror,' but Danny figured that wouldn't go over well. He had to at least try to be friendly, right? "I think I saw a Kardashian from a distance, but I have no idea." Danny paused before asking a question of his own. Particularly, one that's been weighing on his mind, "I know Mount Justice is pretty close to here, do you guys usually see any Justice League members?"

At this, Marvin grinned. "Man, those guys are so cool! We don't see 'em too often 'round here, but they drop by sometimes."

"Does Batman ever come by?" Danny asked. Out of all the Leagues he knew he had to avoid, Batman ranked at the very top of his list. He may just be human, but that hero was brilliant. And above all, ruthless. Danny was sure he could reason with Superman if he tried and probably the same with the others, too. But Batman? Not so much. "He's my favorite."

Marvin broke out in an easy laugh, looking Danny up and down - probably judging Danny's dark attire. "I can tell. I haven't seen him, but one of my friends swears she's seen Robin one time. I dunno if I believe her."

They don't come by often. That's what Danny was getting. And if they didn't come by often, then Danny could relax a bit. Those heroes he saw? It was probably a one-time thing. He shouldn't be so worried.

Easier said than done.

"Hey," Marvin said, leaning forward a little bit more so as to make sure Danny heard him, "You seem like a cool kid. Me and some friends were gonna grab lunch after class, you wanna join?"

Right. Danny nearly forgot that lunch came directly after this class. Since he had one more class after lunch, he couldn't leave, either. He's been so anxious all day that he totally forgot about the state of his appetite. Danny was starving.

"Sure." Danny said before he could stop himself. Sure he wanted to just find some spot under a tree and eat alone, but the "friends" part of his overall plan wasn't lost on him, either. Friendships meant alliances. The more alliances he had, the better - so long as he didn't form too many emotional connections in Happy Harbor. It was bad enough he couldn't get himself to up and skip town because of Wu and Mei, he didn't need any more reasons to stay here.

Marvin's grin grew into a full-fledged smile. "Great! We usually like to chill outside, you can just follow me."

"Gotcha."

"Cool, I'm sure they'd all be psyched to meetcha."

It was a rather nice Tuesday afternoon. The overcast skies were a light shade of pristine steel-gray, high-hanging, reminiscent from the storm the night before. The chances of rain were said to be slim, and Danny believed it. There was a cool breeze that brushed past the teenagers sitting outside every once and a while and to Danny, it was a nice relief from the hot, stuffy school he's been crammed in for the past several hours.

Marvin White, a full head shorter than Danny when the smaller boy stood to his full height, turned out to be a skater boy, an alien fanatic, and a total superhero nerd. And supervillains, too. Marvin seemed to know a whole lot about those. According to the overly-friendly local, just about everyone at Happy Harbor High was into the whole "superhero scene," which honestly, Danny should have expected. It would be weird for the locals to not be at least a little interested in the crime-fighting lifestyle. That's probably the reason why most folks lived here.

It was the same way with Amity Park. Just about everyone had at least some kind of interest in the paranormal, and many newcomers came just to catch sight of a ghost or two. Mainly the infamous Phantom, or the dreaded "Wisconsin Ghost" on occasion, but one didn't live there if one didn't at least appreciate the supernatural in one way or another.

There's not much to see anymore, is there?

Danny grit his teeth and clenched his fists in the pockets of his dark hoodie. He hated that voice in his head, his own voice, no matter how truthful that voice tended to be.

Right now, Marvin was leading Danny through the mess of picnic tables in the courtyard while babbling on about the town and the school. Danny, gripping an apple in one hand and a bottle of lemonade in the other, just nodded along while pretending like he cared, all the while glancing suspiciously at their surroundings. He studied the students they passed carefully, and took note of how the picnic tables were nailed to the cement. He didn't know how he felt about that. There didn't seem to be a need for it.

But if there's one thing for sure, the school's overall optimistic aura and cheerful vibe were definitely ruffling Danny's feathers. Since when were schools so... happy? Hence the name Happy Harbor High, but that didn't satisfy his overactive nerves.

By now, Marvin had lead Danny to a more secluded area of the courtyard, on the edge of campus. There was a single table under a massive apple tree, with the canopy of leaves drooping down on the slightly splintered wood and creating a strange quiet and an element of privacy Danny really only experienced in his own apartment in the dead of night.

He felt a shiver down his back. Yeah, Sam would have loved this little lunch table. It was untouched, practically. It would have been downright euphoric to her.

Well, it was almost untouched. Except for the few students sitting there already. A male and a female, they greeted Marvin with cheery smiles and peppy waves.

"Guys," Marvin announced, breaking away from the his short hug with the girl. "This is Danny. He's new here - he just moved from California. Danny, meet Wendy Harris and Mal Duncan. Wendy's on the cheer squad and Mal's on the football team."

"Hi!" Wendy said cheerfully, holding out a hand for Danny to shake. He reluctantly did so, taking in both of their appearances in the process. Wendy Harris wasn't one he was too concerned about - she was lithe and athletic, obviously a cheerleader. She had a frame reminiscent of Starr - toned curves, tight, angular edges and bony shoulders. She might be a flyer on the cheer team. She obviously had a lot of pride in her team too, because she was wearing the uniform. It wasn't too complicated, unlike Amity's gaudy attire. Just a simple sleeveless black shirt with a big, yellow H in the middle, and a matching striped skirt. She was wearing a white long sleeved dress shirt underneath, but that was probably to comply with the school dress code.

What really took Danny aback about her were her features. She had a slender face and a sharp jawline, softened slightly by reminiscent baby fat. Her short black hair stood out on all sides, kind of feathery and a little unruly. Her piercing blue eyes stared Danny up and down, and he felt himself squirm under her gaze. It wasn't her, herself that was putting Danny off at the moment... it was who she looked like.

She looked just like Dani.

Of course, they weren't one in the same. Danny could spot the minuscule differences between the two - the lack of freckles on this girl's face, the shape of the cheekbones and the eyes (Danny remembered that Dani's were rounder), the point of the chin, the shape of the head, the differences in frame. This girl was not Dani, but the reminder was going to grate at his conscious until he could find another portal to the Ghost Zone. Dani was with Frostbite in the Far Frozen, last time Danny checked. But with the drama brewing in the human world and who her ghost form so closely resembled, Danny could never be too cautious when it came to his younger female clone.

Breaking away from the handshake, and ignoring the way she stared at him, Danny turned his eyes to the other person under the apple tree, Mal Duncan.

Mal was someone Danny immediately took note of. His eyes briefly glanced over him when he and Marvin walked up to the table, but now that Danny was actually taking the time to look at the kid, he knew that this wasn't the type Danny wanted to mess with. Well, technically, Danny probably could pick a fight with him and win if he wanted to, but not without blowing his non-superpowered cover. This kid was gigantic. He was practically all muscle and dark skin under a skin-tight sky-blue muscle shirt with the House of El Coat of Arms printed across the front.

That's the Superman symbol, for those under-informed. Danny had a certain respect for superheroes and their chosen roles and symbols and, despite the inconvenience those heroes often caused him, went out of his way to pay his respect where his respect was due. He didn't like looking at the S-symbol like a marketing tool or a brand. He saw it as an emblem, or a physical representation of an idea. It was a little like his own, which he always, always kept on him, in either form. Either on his printed chest as a ghost or as a pendant hung on the neckless he wore as a human, he made sure Sam's creation was there.

Danny's diverging from the point - which isn't anything new, if you've kept up with this story so far. Point being, this Mal kid was one Danny really had to watch out for. He reminded Danny a little of the Hulk - the pure-muscle rage monster counterpart of a do-gooder gamma radiation scientist Danny read all about in his comic books. The scientist, Dr. Banner, was a regular Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. For some reason, The Incredible Hulk was one of Danny's favorite comic series in his collection, right after Spider-Man and Deadpool. Ironman wasn't too far down the list either, but for some reason Tony Stark's "multi-billionaire playboy philanthropist" façade put Danny off from enjoying the comic. Guess it reminded him of another overly-cocky multi-billionaire he didn't particularly like.

Danny shot a weak smile at the overly-large teenager, taking note of the confidence in which Mal stood and the suspicious expression on his face. "Nice to meet you," Danny said pleasantly.

Marvin slipped onto the bench next to Wendy. "C'mon Danno, pop a squat and stay a while! We ain't gonna bite."

Warily, Danny complied, sitting on the edge of the bench where he could keep Mal Duncan in his sights. He hated to admit it, but he was downright suspicious of their hospitable friendliness. He didn't recall anyone at Casper being this nice to any new kids (as much as it pained his conscious to admit). It was just... odd to him.

"Speaking of biting things," Marvin started with a snicker, planting his elbows on the table and gesturing to the three other teenagers. "Where's Conner and Megan? Usually they're the first ones here."

"Just left before you came," Mal stated in a deep, rasping voice. It had to have been at least three or four octaves lower than Danny's - and he was on the deeper side of tenor. Not that he would know what that meant, but Jazz used to sing.

Danny used to make fun of her for singing jazz. That was always her favorite genera.

Not anymore.

"Gooootcha," Marvin sighed deeply, that sigh turning into a yawn. He dropped his head onto the table with a resounding bang.

"Long night?" Wendy asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Thunderstorms," he stated simply, his voice a dull mumble through the splintery wood.

Danny shot Wendy a questioning look.

"Marvin's afraid of thunderstorms," Wendy explained, waving a hand to her drained-looking friend.

"Not the storms," said friend mumbled, "just the lightning."

"Whatever," Wendy shrugged. "Probably kept him up all night."

"That's understandable," Danny said in Marvin's defense. He could certainly relate to the fear of lightning. He's had enough experience with it, after all. "Thunder's just noise. Lightning kills people."

"Rarely," Wendy scoffed playfully. "Like, one in a million. If you get struck by lightening, then you should go buy a lottery ticket because the odds are the same."

Danny opened his mouth to respond that no, it wasn't as rare as she thought, and it wasn't a subject to be taken lightly, when he heard two other footsteps approach. They were quiet, Danny noted. Calculated.

Danny's head whipped around to the source of the footsteps far before they were perceptible to human ears. He blushed slightly and pretended like he didn't see the odd looks his new acquaintances were giving him.

He saw the silhouettes of the figures before they ducked under the canopy of the apple tree. Well, the first one ducked. The second one barreled right through it, ripping a few leaves off in the process. Danny could practically hear Sam scoffing at the blunt disrespect of nature.

Danny immediately recognized them both. They were both in his Advanced Psychology class - the first being the athletic yet achingly familiar redheaded girl that kept staring him down the other day and the second being the brunet football-looking-jock-dude Danny immediately dismissed from being a threat. Although, from what Danny could decipher from his arrival, the kid had anger issues. He may have been big, but he was inexperienced. Easy to anger? Definitely.

"Hi all!" The redheaded girl chirped cheerily, plopping a tray onto the table. It was practically overflowing with sandwiches and salads, and she pushed one plate over to Marvin.

"Hey!" Marvin perked up happily at the plate of food. "You knew I'd forget to bring food!"

"There was a lightning storm last night, silly!" The redheaded girl laughed. "Of course you would!"

Marvin looked downright flattered. "Aw Megs, you know me so well!"

"'Course I do," the newly-dubbed 'Megs' commented. Danny assumed her name was "Megan," if Marvin's earlier statement was any indication. And if her name was Megan, then the brunet's name must have been Conner. Megan and Conner.

"Who's this?" Megan, or who Danny assumed was Megan, asked, nodding her head to Danny.

"Oh!" Marvin exclaimed, bringing his head up from his food to acknowledge the presence of his new 'friend'. "That's Danny," Marvin continued. "He's new. Danny, Megan and Conner. Megan and Conner, Danny." He gestured wildly at the three teenagers with his hands before digging into his sandwich and salad.

"Hi, Danny! It's nice to meet you." Megan said, holding out a hand for Danny to shake. God, just how many humans did he have to come in contact with today? It was only a matter of time before someone found something out, at this rate.

Despite his hesitance though, Danny still took the redhead's hand. "And yourself," Danny responded. The girl's appearance made Danny a little quiet. She looked so much like Jazz.

"Say..." the girl started, drawing back her hand. She eyed Danny's hand warily, probably aware of the temperature difference. Shit, Danny thought, panicking slightly. She knows something's up.

Just when Danny was sure that she was going to call him out for being below hypothermic, she turned the conversation around entirely. "Aren't you in our AP Psych class?"

Danny nodded dumbly, taken aback. "Uh, yeah. I am. I think." It was an intelligent response. He prided himself for it.

Megan gave him an excited smile. "Oh, you're going to love it. Ms. Connelly is great. And if you need any help catching up or anything, I'd be happy to help you out! Just ask."

Danny was a little baffled by the offer. Why did she care? And why was she so damn chirper on a Tuesday? "Sure thing," Danny said with a smile of his own.

"Great!" Megan exclaimed, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I tutor Conner over here all the time. He's absolute trash at psychology." She said the last part behind her hand in a mock stage-whisper.

Conner, in return, growled from his place next to Mal Duncan. "I heard that," He said, his voice a booming baritone.

"You were meant to!" Megan returned, blowing a kiss in his direction. Conner's mouth picked up in a smile, the malice gone from his features.

It was then that Danny remembered something. Wally mentioned the power-couple-that-wouldn't-admit-it, that being the cheerleader and the quarterback. Conner looked like he could be a quarterback, judging by the football jersey he was wearing, and Megan certainly had the peppy personality. Danny decided to test his theory. "So," He started, glancing at Megan and Conner, "Are you guys like... together?"

He knew the answer before they gave it.

And what they gave was a resounding "No!"

They totally were.

The other three teenagers cackled.

"We're not together," Megan told Danny, blushing furiously. "We're just... really, really close friends."

"Uh-huh," Danny said, disbelieving. "I was just curious. So... What are you guys interested in?" Danny was trying to make smalltalk now, and he was always an absolute terror at that.

But Megan grabbed onto that question and took off like a shot. "I'm so glad you asked, Danny! Wendy and I are Bumblebees, that's the name of our cheerleading squad, and Mal and Conner are on the football team. Conner's a quarterback, Mal's a linebacker. You guys keep getting new recruitments, right?"

"Yeah," Mal responded, his voice creating nearly imperceptible vibrations on the wooden table. "We got one newbie, what's his name... Baxter? Dash Baxter, right. Tried out a few weeks ago. Kid's good. Coach wanna put him right as the starting quarterback, but that means benchin' this beast," Mal nudged a grouchy-looking Conner with his elbow. "For now, coach's got him alternating between fullback and wide receiver till he can find a good spot for 'em. Mixin' all the rest'a us up."

"Irritating as shit," Conner muttered, glaring intently at the splintery grooves of the wooden table.

Danny quirked an eyebrow and turned back to Megan. "What's up with grumpy-pants?"

She sighed in return, shooting Conner a counter-scowl for the glare he was shooting Danny. "It's been a long night. Lots of homework, lots of tests. You get it."

"You guys hang out a lot or something?" Her words reminded Danny of his relationships with Sam and Tucker and the ever-precent ache in his chest.

"You could say that. We live in the same apartment complex. We're neighbors."

"It's a good thing you're friends, then."

She broke out in a lighthearted laugh. "You got that right! It sure would be awkward if we weren't!"

From across the table, Danny saw Conner crack a grin.

Marvin, Megan, Mal, Conner, and Wendy - it was an odd bunch, that's one thing Danny knew for sure. But he was also beginning to realize that maybe the "getting friends" aspect of his staying in Happy Harbor wasn't as hard as his overactive imagination was making it out to be. Finding alliances, though? That was a different story. He'd have to work on that. But this seemed like a trustworthy bunch, along with a suddenly-friendly Dash Baxter. Danny would have to take these relationships and see where they led, if they led anywhere at all.

For some reason, somewhere in the back of his mind and buried deep in what he thought was the farthest corner of his imagination, he thought for sure he heard Sam give a triumphant laugh. In his mind's eye, he could imagine her smile.

With that image clear as day before his eyes, he tried to smile too.

That's what she would have wanted. And Danny tried to ignore how it felt so incredibly, impossibly fake.

A/N: Hey all, I'm back. Took a little break, life got busy, you're gonna have to give me a few days to get caught up on everything (stories, messages, reviews, etc). But as far as this story goes...

...Now we've got a nervous-wreck Danny making friends at Happy Harbor. I realized after I threw the Team members in last chapter that if I were in Danny's shoes, I'd straight up leave right then and there. Since we can't have that, I gave him some incentive to stay. By the way, Wendy/Dani = no relation. They just look the same and I knew that having someone else who looks like someone from Danny's past would cause him some angst. I also brought up Dani because people keep mentioning her in the reviews. I find it likely that Danny would want her out of the human world as much as possible, if not for her power level, then definitely for her resemblance to Phantom.

Also, I like to think that Marvel comics would appear in the DC Universe as an actual comic book series and vice versa. In this story, Ironman, Spider Man, The Hulk, all of them are fictional.

I am also well-aware of how much I am mentioning Sam. There's a reason for that, you just have to read closely and think about it. Also disclaimer, i'm not super well-versed in YJ's characters or their voices, but I tried my best with what I remembered from the show.

Other characters are starting to make longer and more relevant appearances... Wonder when that'll cause trouble ;)

Please leave your thoughts in the reviews, I'd gladly appreciate it.

Peace,

Rookey