He was slipping away from them. Compared to the others, he seemed so weak. Clutching him in her arms, Theresa felt her heart pounding in horror, as she stared down at her tiny friend, willing him to get back up on his feet.
"Please, Odie," she begged. "Get up." She exchanges frantic glances with Jay, Atlanta, Archie, Herry, and Neil.
"What are we going to do?" she asked anxiously.
"Get him to Chiron," Jay demanded.
"There's no time!"
"Then heal him!"
"What?" she turned to Archie; flabbergasted. "I'm not strong enough."
He stared down at her through violet blue eyes, serious and calm. "I believe in you," he said quietly. Aghast, the others all turned to stare at him.
The warrior, the one who thought that her powers sometimes were just too much, was the one who was encouraging her. She met his gaze, unblinking and understanding.
"Thank you."
He nodded, and as she turned and closed her eyes, concentrating her energy into healing. The others jaws were gaping, but at that time, a silent reconciliation had settled between the two, so alike yet so different, yet still on the same side of the fight: The right one.
Click.