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THAAL SINESTRO IS A MASSIVE PART OF HER HISTORY. She's been trying to deny it for years, ever since his true self was exposed, but the matter of the fact is, what he did, who he was, shaped the woman that Autumn would become. Every twist of the knife, every fond memory, reworked parts of her, turning them into something new; something a little desperate, a little dangerous.
As much as Hal, as much as Arisia, helped to craft the person she is, so did Sinestro. Maybe that's why it shouldn't have been so surprising to see her tumble off the deep end, lose herself to fear. Isn't that what he did? Isn't that what started this whole mess?
A butterfly flaps its wings and causes a hurricane on the side of the planet. A man loses himself to fear and insanity that comes along with it; years later, a city dies and with it, any happiness its survivors had. Each and every action has an equal and opposite reaction, so what if this is it? What if Sinestro's the butterfly to her hurricane?
(And what if ━━ what if ━━ she fixes it? Change the butterfly, change the hurricane, make it right).
He said he'd be there when she was ready to talk, but she doesn't understand how he's going to know. She wants to speak to him now, to do something, and the most activity she's found that anyone will trust her with is a coffee run. And even then, she's not entirely convinced that Donna won't suspect poisoning.
The road to redemption is hard, covered in cracks and holes that she could oh-so-easily slip into, but she's determined to move forward. Her thoughts feel like they belong to her again, something that's been missing for a while now, and the fragile friendship between her and Dick makes her want to keep going, no matter what.
Which is why she's going to save Thaal Sinestro's soul and, maybe, her own along the way.
She slips into the elevator going to the ground floor, watching as it almost closes. A hand comes in to stop it just in time and Dick joins her, his breathing uneven, his eyes flitting around the small box.
"Are you okay?" She asks him softly.
"Fine", he says, wincing at something she can't see. "Just... stressed out."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No."
She reaches out, touching his arm. "Dick... you can talk to me."
He opens his mouth and snaps it shut just as fast. "I'm fine, Autumn. Seriously."
"I think we have very different definitions of that word."
He looks at her hand, resting on his forearm. "The thing with Jason got to me, I guess."
