[She reaches - gently, slowly - to place her hand over his and lets it happen. Iris' awareness isn't an invasion; more like a mirror held up outside Cassel's own self.
It shows him that she knows he spots weaknesses because she recognises the process from inside her own observing mind. How it delights and amuses her that they've both been drawn to Barbara with her straightforward steel-blade spirit, Chris with his honest forest-fire enthusiasm. How she loves him, how her faith in his capacity to use his power for good is unshakeable.]
...and this was Bianca.
[Small and howling in lonely terror inside her constructed fortress of charm; baffled and furious at Zane and his obdurate calm; fiercely determined to gather control of everyone she touched, strand by slow strand.
She riffles past some of the floodmemories like a pack of cards - that other Barbara and her cold smile, Guerrero and his detached opportunism, both carrying an erotic charge like black lightning - and settles on the one she wants. It's David Cain: and everything about him in Bianca's and Iris' memories both paint him in an outline of trust, solid like a stone wall.]
...see, she remembered 'aving my life. In 'er 'ead it'd been 'er all along.
[She had touched him and found his mind riddled with the wrong self; and Iris' fingers tighten at the lurching panic of a betrayal that hadn't been. Bianca's eyes narrow and her mind reaches out to shred and tear, and then Iris shuts it down.]
Same feelings. Same needs. Not like I didn't know that, not really; I just. Didn't know it.
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[She reaches - gently, slowly - to place her hand over his and lets it happen. Iris' awareness isn't an invasion; more like a mirror held up outside Cassel's own self.
It shows him that she knows he spots weaknesses because she recognises the process from inside her own observing mind. How it delights and amuses her that they've both been drawn to Barbara with her straightforward steel-blade spirit, Chris with his honest forest-fire enthusiasm. How she loves him, how her faith in his capacity to use his power for good is unshakeable.]
...and this was Bianca.
[Small and howling in lonely terror inside her constructed fortress of charm; baffled and furious at Zane and his obdurate calm; fiercely determined to gather control of everyone she touched, strand by slow strand.
She riffles past some of the floodmemories like a pack of cards - that other Barbara and her cold smile, Guerrero and his detached opportunism, both carrying an erotic charge like black lightning - and settles on the one she wants. It's David Cain: and everything about him in Bianca's and Iris' memories both paint him in an outline of trust, solid like a stone wall.]
...see, she remembered 'aving my life. In 'er 'ead it'd been 'er all along.
[She had touched him and found his mind riddled with the wrong self; and Iris' fingers tighten at the lurching panic of a betrayal that hadn't been. Bianca's eyes narrow and her mind reaches out to shred and tear, and then Iris shuts it down.]
Same feelings. Same needs. Not like I didn't know that, not really; I just. Didn't know it.