Getting dressed

I turned off the water, then took my hands away from the wall.

Toweling off, I squeezed the water out of my hair, dried it, and began to get dressed, simultaneously braiding my hair.

Still there? I asked the void, my arms flat at my side, my hair still in the process of being braided. Good.

Might need you.

Sorry it's been such a long road to get here.

You're just a fragment of a fucked up, omnicidal alien who happens to have a symbiotic or parasitic relationship to me. You probably expected a different existence. So did I. We're in this mess together.

I smiled.

I so didn't want to go out there, face Amy even through a screen, or deal with the Wardens.

But there was a chance I could help people. A chance I could help my team.

A chance we could help my team.

I pulled on the plush black sweater with the hood, wet a paper towel to wash off a bit of dust from when it had hit the floor, and looked at myself in the mirror.

The braid's a little messy, I thought. A few strands of hair escaped here and there. I fixed what I could, but I was resigned to looking imperfect, a bit below par. Fuck, it wasn't like every other hero around here wasn't already stretched thin and feeling worn out.

- Sundown 17.7