Mystery from Another World--MHA

Part 154: Shigaraki's karma

The LOV were told to be nicer to Mirko-- and were kind of surprised-- but Medea was a little smug.

"I guess I got through," she said.

"I wouldn't get a big head," Spinner said, "Shigaraki will literally take anyone seriously."

"Well, yeah. I mean, you're here," she retorted.

[Medea is a sassy queen.]

Spinner needed ice for that burn.

"I intend to pay you back for what you said about Stain," he sniffed.

"It was the truth," Medea said, "and if you want to take a shot," her hair lit on fire, "you can try."

[Also boss as frick.]

Spinner found her kind of unsettling.

"You see, Lizard Man," Medea saw the look in his eye, "I know I'm a kid and all, but I'm not like those dumb hero students. I'm perfectly okay with using my quirk out of class, and I'm not taking any s--- from you. So unless you have a fireproof sword, buzz the heck off."

Spinner backed up. "You little b----."

"Yeah, you better run." Medea did not know when to quit. "And for the record, what I said about Stain wasn't even an insult. You're way over sensitive."

She walked away.

Mirko kind of thought it was cool that Medea stuck up for her of all things-- but wasn't really bothering to express it, expect by not insulting her.

Medea didn't really expect any kind of acknowledgment. She didn't even know Shigaraki had let that slip.

Mirko gave what Shine told her some thought too. She was supposed to decide for herself. Well, that was what she always did...but what could she decide? Nothing made sense anymore. 

It was just two days after the incident and she was still reeling, and the media would probably be on it for weeks. Unless some other disaster followed it. [Isn't that just the way in the real world too?]

She was sick of people asking her about it while she was on the job too.

Honestly, hanging about the lair was starting to seem like the least stressful thing. No one there was talking about it. They just left her alone.

"For the record," Medea told her that day, when she came in kind of early just to get away from the paparazzi, "I think it's pretty messed up that people talk about this so soon after it happens. I mean, same thing happened to me...I remember now...and it's like, do I need you in my personal business? My parents just flipping died--or, you know, random heroes..."

"Are you trying to be nice or mean?" Mirko said weirdly.

"I can't tell," Medea said honestly, "I'm kind of crazy, if you haven't noticed."

"Crazy or just unstable?"

"That's the fine line, sis," Medea shrugged, "Maybe just unstable...I mean, I guess." She rubbed her head. "Now that I remember, I still have a hard time knowing what order those memories happen in. My brain can't process it all. And I have flashbacks...a lot...but I guess I just stare into space when it happens...just like when... Uh, why am I telling you this? Apparently I also have a problem not oversharing."

"And all this is because of your brother...huh...?" Mirko felt weird asking this, but it was a weird situation.

Medea nodded. "Yeah, what we're figuring out is that basically Lethe's shorted out my sense of actions and consequences by blocking my memory of what happens after I go nuts...if I even went nuts. Seems like I rarely get that far... Then it's all fuzzy till it's over. I don't have any sense of what bad things can happen if I say what I'm thinking or blow up at someone. And you see, it's funny, I can hear that from Cece, and I can kind of agree, but I can't just make myself have that instinct. Like a kid...it's so...sick." She shook her head. "And I know it's sick, up here." She pointed to her temple. "But I don't feel it." She pointed to her chest. "Am I a sociopath? Or is Lethe the sociopath? It's like we're connected even while we're apart, and not like normal twins, but...in a really weird way. And Likstar called it a soul tie. She says I can sever it, but it might take a while...and I'm like, s---, how did I get so messed up and never know it...? Oh, I'm doing it again."