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Wally groaned as he finally sat up. He blinked in confusion for a second, recognizing that there was something wrong with his surroundings, but not entirely awake enough to realize what was wrong. He blinked again, frown deepening when he realized that he wasn't in his cell. Well… that was good?
He glanced to the side and saw a camera aimed at him, the door solid steel with more locks on it then Wally had ever seen on a door, and a cuff leading from his leg to the bed he was laying on. Wally reached up and felt a new, sleeker version of the inhibitor collar wrapped tight around his neck. He'd already known that it was there, could feel the heavy weight around his neck, could feel the empty hole where his powers normally were, that aching emptiness that had been haunting him for the last month.
Eyes closing, Wally tried to quell the swell of nausea that rose when he thought about that gaping wound in his soul, when it inevitably reminded him of the camps, when he got brief flashes of the mind trap. He let out a shuddering breath. This wasn't the camp. This might not be the heroes and he might not have been afforded the kindness of a floor to ceiling glass door, but this wasn't the camp. He wouldn't be isolated like this. He wouldn't be wearing such soft prisoner clothes. He probably wouldn't have been cleaned up and bandaged from his fight (more like one-sided annihilation) with Tuppence. So, not in the camps.
Then where was he?
The memories of the finale of his demolition rushed back the second the door opened with Jinx standing there, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. She was carrying a tray of some sort in her hands. Jinx cursed, rushing over, "I knew it! I knew that the second I walked away, you'd wake up. Just my rotten luck." She practically threw the tray (Wally saw that it was covered in food and his stomach rumbled at the sight) onto a nearby table, moving closer, hands fluttering slightly above Wally before they dropped dejectedly. Jinx swallowed, closing her eyes and taking in a short breath before sitting down in a chair that Wally hadn't noticed in his earlier assessment of the room. So he wasn't that observant, whatever.
Wally closed his eyes, leaning back against the bed. He tensed his face, feeling none of the usual resistance from his cowl; they'd taken it off. Even the Team had afforded him the respect of letting him keep his mask on. Wally sighed heavily, "What have you done, Jinx?"
Her voice was fierce when she answered, but Wally wouldn't open his eyes to look at her, "I did what had to be done! The Circus are on the wrong side of this battle and I don't want to see them be hurt! I don't… I don't want my family to be hurt. You know that Wally, don't you?"
"Then why did you leave the Circus? Why did you send the Light's goons to take me out? Where's my mask? Why are you calling me by my real name?" Wally asked, rapid fire. He only realized after he said it that his wording was kind of cruel. He winced internally, but still didn't open his eyes to face her. He was too disappointed to look at her right now.
Jinx's firm tone didn't waiver, "I left the Circus because they didn't understand. They weren't listening to me. The heroes poisoned them to the point that they were willing to hurt me! I knew that the only way to convince them that they need to join the Light before it's too late was to convince you first. They'll listen to you. And I didn't mean for them to hurt you. They weren't supposed to. But then, you weren't really supposed to resist anyways. Why did you resist? We were rescuing you!" Wally stayed silent, heart sinking in his chest. What had the Light done to her? Jinx continued after a second, "They… they said that they needed your mask off to check your head injury. I, um, I didn't quite catch you in time when you fell asleep. You were heavier than I expected, and I dropped you and you hit your head. And with your powers, you know, you weren't healing super fast, so they had to check your head and bandage up your wounds. They won't tell anyone! I made them swear that the doctors won't spread your identity and the people on watch won't spread it either!"
"If you're trying to convince me to their side, the handcuffs, locked door, and inhibitor collar aren't the best ways to do it," Wally spat out, anger twisting away at his insides. He'd had rather taken the damage an untreated head wound would cause him over the Light knowing his secret identity.
"Wally, please. Just… just let me talk, okay? You're still my leader and-," Jinx started.
Wally cut her off, jaw clenched, "No, I'm not still your leader. You left the Circus, Jinx. That means that you're not part of the Circus anymore and I am therefore no longer your leader."
Jinx groaned in frustration, that fire coming back to her voice, "You're not listening to me again!" She cut herself off, a swooshing noise taking over, a loud crash echoing afterwards. She'd just used her powers to break something, probably. Wally ignored it. It wasn't his stuff she was breaking. She calmed down pretty soon after that, sitting down again forcefully. She whispered, "Can you just look at my Wally, please? I'm not asking as a member of the Circus. I'm asking as someone who's scared and needs the person who rescued me from the worst part of my life." And Wally could never say no to that.
He opened his eyes and stared balefully at her. He felt bad projecting his disappointment onto her, but it was the only thing he could hold onto right now. He couldn't quite feel angry at this girl who'd had nothing but bad hands dealt to her and he couldn't quite feel sad because, on some level, she'd done this to herself.
She flinched under his looks, but rallied quickly, "Here, I brought food for you. This should be enough." Wally sighed, reaching out for the food and mechanically starting to eat it, still not saying anything. Jinx's eyes closed, "Wally, you have to hear me out."
"And you need to figure out who you are," Wally threw back.
Jinx blinked at him, "…What?"
"You heard me," Wally continued, "This isn't you! And no, I'm not just talking about you joining up with the Light or whatever. I'm talking about how you're acting! You aren't some lackey sent to get your friends to join up to flesh out numbers. You aren't some passionate freedom fighter working your butt off to make a change. You're softer. Your interests are harder to find and your passion is gentler. This begging, this desperation? This isn't you, Jinx. And anyone who made you think it was is lying to you."
She just stared at him, mouth slowly closing. Her cheeks went bright magenta, a motley of brown and grey spiralling around the edges, the blush spreading the more she sat there. Her fingernails scraped against her thighs, digging into the black fabric there. Wally closed his eyes, tiredness settling in, "Maybe you're right about the Light. Maybe you're wrong. Either way, you're not on the same side as your family. And you're not on the winning side, either, no matter what they tell you. That doesn't matter. Just… just figure out what you want. Ignore all of the other people telling you what to do. Just do what you want to do. If you don't… then why did we escape the camps?" He started slipping further into unconsciousness, breathing slowing.
Jinx made a curious noise, "Wally? Are you okay?"
"M'just tired," he mumbled back, not entirely aware anymore.
He did recognize that Jinx's voice became more panicked in response, "What? You just woke up! You should have woken up feeling completely refreshed. Wally? Wally! Wa-,"
He faded into sleep.
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Kaldur nursed his broken wrist. Honestly, he was lucky to only obtain that much – aside from some minor bruising and cuts. Miss Martian had managed to morph her body into something much more flexible and less susceptible to damage during the initial explosion, which allowed her to escape with minimal damage, but Zatanna was facing a broken leg and a broken arm, her ribs crushed and lungs bruised. She had a concussion and was currently in a medically-induced coma. The doctors were optimistic about her recovery, but still. It wasn't good. It wasn't what any of them wanted.
He wasn't surprised when he heard two sets of footsteps racing towards his room. It was why he'd gone to his room instead of somewhere other people were likely to be disturbed. Dick and Roy came racing in, physically deflating with relief when they spotted him alive and (mostly) well. Dick asked raggedly, "What happened? All the League is telling us is that there was a break-in and you, M'gann, and Zatanna were injured!"
Kaldur sighed, "The Light came here to take Supersonic. Jinx was with them."
Roy punched the wall, "Are you serious? All that trash with them accusing me of being the spy and Jinx is with the Light this whole time?"
"We do not know how long she has been with the Light! I do not believe that she has been there for very long. She had no rapport with the people who came to take Supersonic and Supersonic himself seemed shocked at her siding with the Light. My guess is that the Light truly got to her when they took her captive a while ago," Kaldur answered calmly.
"Or she's the spy!" Roy growled.
Dick shook his head, "Hate to say it, but the spy was already doing stuff before we even knew the Circus was onto the Light. There's no way that Jinx is the spy, or, at least, the only one."
Roy shook his head, "I don't like this. How do we know that the whole Circus isn't in on it? They got us to a secure location, got us to lower our guards, got us to let them take a bunch of metas, freed all those meta kids during the world-splitting event, managed to get Wally away while disabling some of our members."
Dick opened his mouth to respond, but a voice from the door stopped them, "We know that the Circus isn't in on this because they aren't like that." It was Hal standing there, an intense expression on his face.
Roy sneered at him, "Yeah right. We don't know that! We know nothing about them! Maybe everything they tried to convince us about metas was wrong!"
"They're good people!" Hal shouted back.
Voice lowering into a nastier pitch, Roy growled, "Oh, right. I forgot. You're all buddy-buddy with the Circus, right? You suddenly got real close to them. I think Supersonic or someone said that you knew the identities of pretty much all of the Circus or something like that. Shmoozing up to them? What's your angle?"
"Roy!" Kaldur warned.
He didn't listen, continuing to goad the Green Lantern, "You're just as bad as Oliver! You know what he was doing, don't you? I bet you were in on it, too!"
"What are you talking about? What did Ollie do?" Hal asked, mask and suit melting off as it became clear hat this conversation was going to be longer than expected.
"What's going on?" A different voice asked from the doorway. Kaldur sighed when he realized that it was Oliver standing there. Because this situation couldn't get any worse. Dick had retreated to the safety of Kaldur's bed and was waiting out the storm with him there.
Roy snarled at Oliver, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I heard my name being shouted at my best friend, what do you think I'm doing here?" Oliver demanded. Kaldur's eyes widened when he realized how tense Oliver's shoulders were. He had heard enough to know that Roy was about to out him as a benefactor of the Circus.
Roy let out a derisive laugh, "Right. Best friend. That's all I was saying. He must have been good enough to let in on your little secret! Why else would he be so buddy-buddy with the Circus?"
"I don't understand what's going on," Hal tried to interject.
The other two talked right over him. Oliver yelled, "I didn't tell anyone, Roy! You were the first person I told!"
"Yeah, because you had to! That's it! You would have never told me otherwise!" Roy shouted back.
Hal's jaw clenched and his eyes closed determinedly before they shot open, expression determined. He shouted over both archers, "Maser is my cousin!"
A shocked silence fell over the room. Hal swallowed harshly, "Look, I hadn't known that he was a meta. We all thought that he was a runaway or something. His parents disappeared when he was younger and then he disappeared a few weeks later or something like that. I just found out that his powers had come in and he'd thought himself strong enough to find his parents. Before a year was over, he'd been caught by the Collection Agency and put in the camps. He recognized me when I was introduced to the group. Remember how him and Supersonic disappeared during introductions? That was because Maser was freaked that he recognized me and wasn't sure what to do. Supersonic convinced him to tell me and so, well, that it. I became closer to the whole group because I was family."
Dick tried to cut the tension that had settled over the room, joking weakly, "I guess being a superhero runs in the family."
Hal snorted, but before he could say anything, Oliver said quietly, "I hadn't even known you were missing a cousin. And, I suppose, an aunt and uncle too."
Hal went kind of quiet, "Yeah, well. It happened several years ago. And I wasn't really all that close to Aunt Helen and Uncle Larry. I mean, Maser I was close to. We were thick as thieves. It was kinda like having another kid brother, but one that hadn't realized how much of a screw up I was. I don't know. He's a good kid. It's been nice having him around again. And his team's just like him. They're all good kids, I swear. They aren't all working for the Light. Please believe me on this Roy."
Roy didn't say anything, instead just growling and stalking out of the room. Oliver made a move to go after him, but Dick jumped nimbly off the bed and put a hand on Ollie's arm, stopping him. Dick said softly, "Maybe it's better if I go after him." He didn't wait before running off after Roy.
Kaldur sat awkwardly in his room, not entirely certain what to do about the two men staring each other down. Did they not realize where they were?
Hal looked over at Oliver, "Is there really something you're not telling me?" It seemed as if they really didn't realize where they were.
Oliver's shoulders slumped, "Yeah, yeah there is. Why don't we go over to my place? I'll tell you about it over a drink. Or five." Hal snorted and bumped shoulders with Oliver, drawing out a tired laugh. They both left the room, throwing half-hearted waves over their shoulders to Kaldur. He nodded respectfully back to them.
Finally, some peace. Kaldur sighed when he thought over Roy's actions again. He was getting more paranoid as the days went on. When he had been assigned the task of ferreting out the mole from the Team, he had already been aggressively suspicious, but only towards the newcomers. Conner, Artemis, and M'gann were the victims of all of his suspicions. He had trusted Kaldur and Dick to not be the spy and Zatanna and Raquel joined the Team too late to really be a part of it.
Taking in a deep breath, Kaldur let it out and laid back against the bed. He needed a break. This relentlessly bombardment of bad thing after bad thing was becoming overwhelming, especially with everyone falling apart around him.
Why was all of this happening now? What made this the best time for the Light to become active? There was no way they haven't been an organization for a while now, not with how complex and spread out their activities have been. There were still aspects of their actions that were complete mysteries to the Team and the Justice League. What are they after? Why did they take the things they took? What even was their main goal? There were too many questions, even after all of the research the Team and Circus had done on the group.
Kaldur sighed. There were too many ideas racing around his head, too many potential situations, too many enemies lining up outside his door waiting to hurt him, to hurt his friends, his team.
Kaldur sighed again. It was going to be a long night.
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Cameron had been hesitant about splitting the group up to help some of the larger bases train, but, in the end, it was probably the best choice. The team had been getting short with each other, anxious and scared and worried and sad. It was better to split them into groups of two and send them all off on their own way. Of course, this left Cameron alone in the main base, but that was alright. He still had communication with them, and everyone had agreed pretty quickly to doing regular check-ups throughout the day. He'd allowed the reserve members to settle into the Alliance bases for a week before the main Circus members went off to the bigger bases. He'd only been at the main base for a day, but it seemed alright so far. Well, he was a little more anxious about being alone around all the humans than he wanted to be, but that was alright. He could deal with that.
A hand on Cameron's shoulder startled him, ice spiking around him for a moment, frosting around him. Luckily, whoever had just clapped him on the shoulder jumped back fast enough, a rough, British curse falling from their lips. Julian sneered, "Jumpy much?"
Cameron scowled, "Did you need something?"
"Maybe an attitude check for you," Julian muttered under his breath. He kept going before Cameron could really get offended, "Caitlyn and Cisco wanted you for something. Come on." Cameron nodded and started following after him.
That was the worst part of being in this base. It was a maze. He needed someone to lead him around to get anywhere. Even when he wanted to go to his temporary room, he had to find someone to take him. Not that he went to his room all that often. Normally, he fell asleep working on something or another, sleeping on the desk or couch he'd been working at. So far, the others had been too afraid to move him during the nights. He hoped they never tried.
After a second of silence, Julian asked hesitantly, "How did you and Wally come to be such good friends?"
Normally, Cameron avoided answering questions like those, talking around the situation. He wasn't entirely certain why he answered Julian's question. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he was just sick of holding everything so close to his chest. Maybe there was something about Julian that reminded him of himself. Maybe he was just going a little crazy. No matter the reason, Cameron sighed and shrugged, "I mean, we were the only two kids in our barracks. The only other kids on the bus with us were girls. We became good friends with a lot of the people who came in on the same bus as us or were in the barracks when we got there, but by the time they were dead and new people were filling in their spots, we'd learned to not care so much about the newbies. No need to set ourselves up for more pain."
Julian had flinched when Cameron casually mentioned the deaths of the other people in the barracks and Cameron automatically bristled. What did people think? Everyone who got dragged off to the camps were alive and just fine? Seriously. Of course there were people dying all over the place. Idiots. Julian's immediate move onto a different question had Cameron's hackles lowering slightly, "How'd you meet the others that escaped with you?"
"They were in my worker group. We were all set to build a new common room for the guards together. Well, except for Changeling. He was on the examination table next to Wally's when Wally escaped. We weren't really able to tell anyone else about the plan or make a concerted effort to save certain people. We rescued whoever was close enough to us at the time. It just happened to be Changeling and the rest," Cameron said. That had been rough on Wally. The speedster had always had some sort of massive hero's complex, even when they were stuck in that awful place. He'd beaten himself up over the fact that he'd only been able to rescue a couple of them. It was like he physically couldn't understand that he had led the single largest camp breakout ever. Two of them now.
Julian sighed, "You can't save everyone."
Cameron snorted, "Try telling Wally thought. He's pretty determined to save everyone."
"All the metahumans," Julian said, under his breath. Cameron glanced sharply at him, jaw clenching again. Julian winced, "Sorry. It's just… I don't know if I've ever mentioned, but I'm a human. It… it's rough sometimes to be near you Circus guys, to know that you'd leave me to die somewhere if you had your choice."
"Excuse me?" Cameron asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway, "I don't think you understand that situation. If we had our choice, we would save you. We'd save all the humans just like we'd save all the metas. It'd be scary to be that close to a human, but we'd be mostly in control of the situation. But humans don't give us that choice. They decided for us. It's easier to leave them behind. Let their own kind save them."
Julian sighed, "Sorry. I didn't mean to really bring anything up. That's part of why we had such an issue joining up with you, though. The rest of the group was a little uncomfortable joining up with a group like you. I don't know if you guys realize how dangerous you are, how scary it is to have a group around like you – wild, scared, damaged, powerful. It's not the safest combination. They felt uncomfortable having a group that had such little regard for humans, that has a pretty impressive kill count."
"You try doing what we do and avoid racking up a kill count," Cameron muttered back, unimpressed.
"Looks like I'm going to have to try. I don't like fighting," Julian answered easily.
Cameron's lips twisted, a sigh caught in his throat, "We wouldn't have made you fight if we didn't have to."
"And we know that. We appreciate it. Besides, maybe it's time that we start really doing something. Maybe our method wasn't enough. All I know is that we've been active for nine years and… how much has changed? I know we've saved a lot of people and we've done a lot of good, but… there's more that we can do. We've built up grass root campaigns in a lot of government. We've got people in high places – and it sounds like you do, too. We've done the set up, now we need to actually get a move on making a change. We need to get out there and get things moving. We can go faster now that we've set everything up. We've just… been scared," Julian answered, his honesty surprising Cameron.
Lips twitching into a considering frown, Cameron shrugged again, "There's a lot to be scared of. All of your meta teammates have the camps to fear. Or, well. I guess it depends on which country they get caught in. There are countries with worse set-ups than the camps. There are some smaller countries where metahumans are killed on sight. But there's a lot of bad out there that wants to make sure that metas are never treated like regular people."
"What's the worst part about being a metas? Other than the camps?" Julian asked.
Cameron didn't even need to think about that one, "The way we're taught to hate ourselves, to be afraid of ourselves. I mean, the whole reason that metas are hated is because people are afraid of us. Our powers are so unique, so dependent on situation and the person, that there's no way to have people reliably train them. All of our powers are completely different and, like, we can help each other with basic control techniques and theories, but the actual control? There's no one out there to train us, right? And that's really kind of true. I mean, it's no reason to lock us up and treat us the way we've been treated, but it's true. Our powers are… they're insane. And they grow with us. I've seen kids whose powers do a complete 180 when they hit puberty. Controlling these abilities, learning to live with them, the inconveniences and quirks… it's hard. It's awful. It's terrifying. There's no one I'm more scared of than myself. If I lose control for even a second, that's it. I could kill everyone I love. If I get too emotional, my ice will go out of my control. And I'm getting stronger as I grow older, too. I know that Wally finds new uses for his powers every day. And there's the bad parts. I'm always freezing cold. When my powers are deactivated, I've got a core body temperature of somewhere around 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I can't get too hot. I can't use a stove top because it's actual dangerous to me. BC's powers make her lose her voice sometimes. I know Changeling gets horrible growing pains because his body is trying to prepare for all the different animals he can turn into. Wally has a hard time with accidentally slipping into relative time. It's easy to hate ourselves when everything the world says about us seems true."
Julian grimaced, expression soft, "I understand hating yourself for your abilities. Doctor Alchemy is… not a good guy. He's not someone I ever want to be. But he's also helped us in certain situations. It doesn't make up for everything else he's done, but… I don't know. It's not just metas who can't control their abilities."
Cameron snorted, "Try telling the rest of the world that."
"Well, that is the point of this whole organization," Julian teased, drawing a genuine smile out of Cameron. It was the first time he'd smiled in a while. It pulled slightly at his facial muscles, working the underused muscles. He wondered if this was how Wally felt.
Then again, he was probably used to it. He had never really smiled all that much, even at the beginning. He'd mentioned that smiling too much and acting too excitable had annoyed his parents sometimes, so he tried to avoid it, generally. But the amount he smiled had definitely decreased as the years wore on. It worried a lot of the other people in the barracks, but they always were worried about the two runts in the barracks. Cameron and Wally were always looked after by the rest of them. It'd always made Cameron feel kind of bad, but also really, really loved. He was pretty sure that his time in the camps was actually the first time he really understood the concept of family. Sometimes he felt like a lot of those early metas felt the same way. Since most of the early campers were either criminals or the children of criminals, most of them had had a rough relationship with the concept of family. The bonds they formed in those barracks? The love they developed, platonic or otherwise? It was the closest thing to family a lot of them had experienced.
But still, Wally's smiles waned as he went. Of course, that happened with a lot of the experiments. It took Cameron a while to get Wally to really open up about the tests that the scientists did, but it was worth it when he did. It was awful to hear about what they did to Wally (even though Cameron knew that Wally was still editing some things out, still keeping some things to himself in the way that all experiments did), but Cameron could tell that it helped him.
Forming the Circus was even better. It was the most that Cameron had seen Wally smile in years. Making the alliance with the Team? That was even better. Wally had been branching out while still getting closer to his original team. He'd been happy in a way that Cameron wasn't sure he'd ever seen Wally before. He'd always wondered if Wally had been like that before that camps or if it was a new development. He wondered when Wally realized the concept of family. He figured it'd be a while before he found out.
Julian's gentle voice broke Cameron out of his daze, "Hey, we're here. And… about everything I've said. I respect the Circus completely. I know you've done a lot of good things and I know that there's a lot we can learn from you. I know that you have a lot of good reasons to be afraid, to be wary. I'm glad that you care enough to help us anyways." He paused before dredging up an awkward smile, "Anyways, I'm off."
He walked off, shoulders tense, obviously uncomfortable with the heartfelt comment he'd just made. Cameron smiled lightly to himself. He didn't hate humans. It was just that getting used to them was going to take a little bit of work. But, with humans like Julian helping him through the process, he'd be used to them in no time.
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Vandal wasn't sure why he'd insisted on watching over the surgery. Luthor, the one normally watching over the procedure, had given him an interested look, one eyebrow raising elegantly, but he hadn't said anything, simply walking away, waving once at Mercy.
Regardless, there Vandal was, watching Supersonic's procedure. Maybe it was because West was the largest gamble in his plans. Giving West the implant that allowed his powers to never be compromised by inhibitor devices was a risk – a large one. Vandal was almost certain that it would finally convince West to join them. The Circus had proven to be a dangerous group, more dangerous than expected. The Circus was not only incredibly motivated through their own experiences, but also somehow comprised of incredibly powerful metas. How West managed to end up rescuing people who were all so powerful is unfathomable.
Icicle's incredible ice powers far outclassed the trinkets that villains like the Iceman, Icicle Sr., or Captain Cold used. Black Canary's martial arts skills perfectly coupled with her Canary Cry and were perfectly accented by her creative intelligence. Changeling's range of powers and unique life experiences meant that the amount of animals he could turn into was unbelievable, the speed at which he could switch between forms just as impressive. Maser's electrical powers covered such a wide technology and manipulation of different types of waves that the applications of his powers were limitless. Firehawk, although unfortunately injured by Klarion, had incredibly strong fire and some of the best stamina Vandal had ever seen. Ballistic's knowledge of a huge range of weapons was the best fit for his enormous body and super thick skin.
Shazam, who Vandal now knew was an eight year old child, was on Superman's level power-wise. It rankled Vandal, knowing that a small child had hid in his organization for so long, had escaped in the end, but he recognized Shazam as a worthy opponent. He also recognized West's skill for placing someone like Shazam undercover. Jinx was another powerhouse. Her magic was incredibly strong and was growing in leaps and bounds, especially under correct tutelage. Vandal wouldn't be surprised to see a day where she eventually eclipsed the likes of Doctor Fate.
West was just as, if not more, powerful as the rest of his team. West held the most potential Vandal had seen in a long time. The Speed Force was… intriguing. It didn't seem limited to providing speed. It seemed to almost give West the ability to defy physics. It was incredible. Flawless. Vandal needed a soldier like West in his army. He almost wished that he was the boy's father, that he could claim such a powerful creature as his own kin. This would have to suffice.
This gift of true freedom should be enough to bring West into Vandal's army, but if West would not comply… well, there were other methods.
Author's Note: Not a ton of plot, but there were some necessary conversations. Mainly about what's happening with Wally. People are finally moving into the end game! Thanks for reading as always!