[A shaky breath. She can't stop the words now, even as tears are pricking at her eyes.]
She died. We buried her. Um--thought so, anyway.
Thought we could have--I could have-- [She gestures, uselessly, trying to fill the gap. if i'd been better, been faster, we could have done something, could have saved her, shit like that.] I thought that, for...months. But she--someone faked her death. Left the country. Everyone... let me think she was dead. For months, here. When they were ahead. And knew better! Alfred, Superboy, they all--
[There were probably valid reasons to have kept it from her. For starters, even hearing about Steph when she first arrived would have reopened the wound all over again, probably led to an...admittedly softer version of the same mess she's currently struggling through. But she can't even begin to care about that.]
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She died. We buried her. Um--thought so, anyway.
Thought we could have--I could have-- [She gestures, uselessly, trying to fill the gap. if i'd been better, been faster, we could have done something, could have saved her, shit like that.] I thought that, for...months. But she--someone faked her death. Left the country. Everyone... let me think she was dead. For months, here. When they were ahead. And knew better! Alfred, Superboy, they all--
[There were probably valid reasons to have kept it from her. For starters, even hearing about Steph when she first arrived would have reopened the wound all over again, probably led to an...admittedly softer version of the same mess she's currently struggling through. But she can't even begin to care about that.]