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It was, honestly, something that Dinah had no mental preparation for. In-spite of the stories of the Bat-family, and what had happened to her mother and to Jason Todd, and even what had happened to Dan Garrett, in spite of the numerous records of all manner of heroes who had fallen fighting the good fight, in Dinah's mind, super-heroes simply didn't die.

That the hall here was filled with deceased Titans should have given immediate lie to that thought. Maybe that was why she never came down here.

Her thoughts turned to Riley, the boy she loved, and the risks they had taken together.

Her thoughts turned to the other Titans, and the numerous threats they'd walked away from with barely a scratch.

It wasn't right that it could end like this for one of them. Especially not while wielding the power of a god.

Dinah admitted that she had not been especially close to Cait, though they had been friends. But she'd known that Cait's greatest desire had simply been to be normal, to lead a life away from all this kind of thing. And Dinah? She'd scoffed as such notions of normal, wondered who would ever want to be that. Maybe if Cait had been normal, she'd still be alive.

Cait had already been a powerful Atlantean, with the power of a god inside her for the battle. If she could die under such circumstances... Dinah was human, mortal, without a power to her name, a handful of gadgets, acrobatics, and the Bug serving as her only shields against the forces of evil and darkness. If someone that powerful could die, what chance at all did she have?

She was too young for these kinds of thought. She was too much of a happy person, even under her slight bit of cynicism for these kinds of thoughts.

What the hell, world? Where's the justice? Where's the sense?

Life... wasn't supposed to work this way. Good was supposed to win, the bad guys were supposed to go to accept defeat gracefully, and everybody lived. Wasn't that how it worked?

What... what now?