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Iris West/Impulse ([info]catchmeifyoucan) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-10-20 00:19:00


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Entry tags:ash curry, dinah kord, goldstar, inactive - steve logan, inactive - vic dragon, iris west, jerry carr, mourning dove, npc - cerdian, plot - "time of troubles", team - teen titans, tyler darnell, will freeman

The hardest part is saying goodbye (open to any heroes that might be there)
The room lined with statues of Titans that given their lives to help others was something that Iris didn't set foot on a regular basis.

It wasn't that she had never been in it. It was just that she could never go in without feeling the urge to cry.

Today, that urge was especially strong.

Because the newest statue was one of her best friend.

Iris wished that she could go back in time. If she'd been there, she might have been able to help somehow. Maybe even help stop it. But Iris knew that wishing wasn't going to help anyone. It wasn't going to bring back Cait.

Right now, though, she was just trying not to cry. She had to be strong. For her teammates, for Ty. Especially for Ty. Her own tears would come later, when she would get away from everything.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming," Iris said to everyone that was gathered in the small space in front of Cait's statue.

She'd stood in the mirror and practiced what she was going to say countless times that morning. She always broke down in the middle. This time, she'd try to avoid that.


"I didn't know Cait for a long time," she said, "We didn't meet under the easiest of circumstances, and I had no idea that she'd become my best friend. I didn't know that in the short time that I knew her, she'd become almost like an older sister to me. I-" Iris's voice cracked, as she felt a huge knot form in her throat.

"D-death is something that we rarely see coming, especially in t-this line of work." She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry. "T-the best we can do is b-be there for each other and..." Iris didn't finish her sentence as the tears started to roll down her face, and words failed her.
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[info]whydowescream
2010-10-20 04:24 am UTC (link)
After people far more important to Cait have had plenty of time to speak, or to think in silence, Ruth eventually steps forward with a deep breath.

"I have to admit, I've never been in this room before, but I can tell you one thing: It's too crowded. Too crowded with statues. People who, as I understand it, went forth with love -- because when you get right down to it, it's always about love of one kind or another -- and didn't come back."

"As far as I can tell, Cait didn't profess much love for adventure. She didn't declare an interest in 'the Lifestyle.' She seemed to cling to a love of quiet... that simply didn't extend to when things needed doing or people needed her."

A pause.
"I ask that the Source of all Life, however one knows it, bless her memory." She pauses. "As for her gods as she knew them, well, I have to admit that I'm inclined to say they'd damn well /better/."

She looks around. "Because yes, I'm a little bit angry. I don't think that's too surprising. She was 19 years old, imbued with immense power and backed by more, and Right Was On Her Side. When something like this happens, everyone has the right to bitch at the Universe just a little." Ruth normally stringently avoids such language, but some points call for some things.
"But not forever. Because we can't let it consume us. Because there is always going to be something worth running back under fire for, when things need doing, and people need us."

She looks again. "It's a crowded room. Especially right now, crowded with the living as well as the dead. I'm very new here, but as far as I can tell, nobody forgets. They just keep going. We'll miss you, Cait," she adds quietly as she sort of recedes back.

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