Artemis stared around at the interior of the temple, she remembered the factory so well, she didn't think she'd ever be able to get the pattern of bricks out of her memory, or the way it smelled. She saw someone run up the stairs and followed after them. "Moriarty." She thought a flash of absolute hate ripping through her as she chased him up and up.

She burst out onto the roof and gasped skidding to a halt. It wasn't Moriarty she'd been chasing, it was herself but the eyes… they were the eyes of Dahok, the red slitted viper's eyes. Her face split in a malicious grin. "Oh you don't like that at all do you?"

She scowled and stalked towards her double. "No I don't. And that's the whole point of this isn't it. To point out the things we fear in ourselves right?"

"You're not as bright as you like to think you know that? Why do you keep seeing me in your dreams hmm? I barely rode you for an hour and yet when you have nightmares it's me that brings you awake with your heart in your mouth." Dahok smirked and walked in a slow circle around her.

Artemis crossed her arms her fingers tapping on the cast under the leather wrappings. "I don't know, objectively it wasn't that traumatic."

Dahok stopped behind her and rested her hands on her shoulders massaging gently. "Maybe because it wasn't that traumatic, I mean, anyone else would expect it to be, they would feel violated and horrified but you…. You're used to seeing things that would terrify the average, to wielding the forces of nature. You liked feeling me ride you, the feeling of all that power at your fingertips, you wanted to use it. After all you seared my very essence from your mind and body with the very fires of creation. You still want it, still want to use it but you stop yourself, you limit yourself in every world to doing things the human way because it terrifies you how very much you want to use the power to change a world you've never felt like you can change."

Artemis felt her stomach clench knowing Dahok was right. Dahok turned her towards the edge of the roof and a ghostly impression of Artemis holding Moriarty just barely on the edge of the room, she looked back over her shoulder as impressions of John and Sherlock burst through the door and Dahok whispered in her ear. "See that look? That perfect clarity, that singular moment of holding his life in your hands and knowing that YOU knew he needed to die. That you alone could send him plummeting to his death and set everything right. You love that feeling and you miss it."

She stepped away and stared at her impression, frozen in that split second of decision, her eyes were serious, resolute and without remorse. Dahok was right and that made her feel squirmy inside, the scene played out and Moriarty fell seven stories. Dahok chuckled. "See the reason you see me in your nightmares isn't because you're afraid of me, or are traumatized by the experience, it's because you aren't. You like having power, you like feeling important. Isn't that why you've kept the whole story about that little audience with the Voice from Tracey? Secrets are powerful and she makes such a useful pawn."

Artemis's eyes narrowed and she punched Dahok with her left fist sending Dahok reeling back blood blossoming from her nose. "I'm not the only one who's not so bright here." She smirked. "If you think the reason I kept that from Tracey is because it makes me feel powerful you're dumber than I am."

She grabbed Dahok by the shirt and pushed her back until she was teetering on the edge of the roof like Moriarty had been. "Yeah, I like being powerful, I like feeling magic crackling through me and giving me the power to rewrite reality. Its fucking intoxicating. But you know what's even better?"

She leaned in until she was almost nose to nose with Dahok. "Tracey's trust in me. Knowing that she has my back, knowing that I have hers.I didn't tell her because she doesn't need to know that one more person or being thinks they can keep her out of the loop. She doesn't need anyone else disregarding her as unimportant. She got enough of that at home. I need her here with me because I can't do what the Voice wants without her help. So yeah, I'm afraid of my own power, I'm afraid of how good it feels to use it and I'll keep doing things the human way because in the end being human is exactly why the Voice chose me."

She let go of Dahok and watched her fall seven stories to the ground below. "Besides, there are other things that scare me now. Like this fucking factory."

The factory faded around her and to her surprise the memory of what happened didn't fade, she stared out at the horizon sorting through the realizations until Tracey pressed her massive head against her chest.