Chapter Eight: Self-Reconciliation

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Tigris enters the small washroom and closes the door partially--just enough for people to not she her, but enough so that she can still hear what is going on down the hall.

She looks at herself in the mirror. She can't help but think of that time she spent on that Manta Sub with Kaldur. Except this time she sees blonde hair instead of black. Grey eyes instead of blue. These differences don't keep her from slamming her fist into the glass in frustration and anger and...grief.
She takes a step back and sits on the edge of the bath tub along the back wall of the room.

She feels as though she has lost him again. Seeing that other Wally channel her lover's soul through himself..and then being unable to hold onto him...

I'll find a way back to you, he told her.
No...He promised her. He made a promise that he would come back...to life.

Upon making this realization, Tigris sobers up. She stops crying. For right now, she is just angry. She feels as though someone is keeping information from her.

And she is going to find out exactly what this all means.

With a new found strength from her anger, she stands up and marches out the door and down the hall.

When she reaches the main room, she stops--for she sees a different familiar face. Although it is older and more roughed-up than she remembers, she still recongnizes that man surrounded by heavily armed guards.

"Mr. Graves?" Tigris says, both slightly surprised and confused.

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