18th June
12:21 GMT -5
"…more information I have on the diadem, the better the chance I'll be able to find some way to counteract it. I don't give any serious credence to the idea that he could control a Titan-."
Diana holds out her right hand in a clear 'stop' motion. So I do. "Paul. I think it might be best if you stay out of Orin's way for a little while."
Mister Kent and Mister Freeman have returned to their home cities. Neither have skills pertinent to the attempts to locate Orm, and both have authorities to pacify regarding the attacks made against them as distractions. Mister Hol and Ms Thal should be heading back to St Roch shortly if they haven't already. The warden of Blackgate signed off on transferring Mister Hayes to Belle Reve without argument, though I haven't had time to take what's left of the Demon Ball to the Conservatory. Oh, I doubt they'd have time for it.
I nod, conceding Diana's point. "Yes, obviously. But Sephtian is going to be busy-."
"And it would probably be best for him if he didn't immediately start covertly associating with someone with whom his king is very angry."
W-? "I… Really don't think that King Orin would be that petty."
"Finding out that he has a twelve year old son is no small matter."
"I know, and I get that he's angry with me. I just can't see him getting angry enough that he'd lash out at anyone else."
She nods. "You are probably correct. But we need him as rational as possible, and anything that looks like duplicity on the part of the people he needs to manage this crisis will distract him."
I suppose that under the circumstances perfect rationality is too much to hope for. I don't remember Koryak or his mother at all from the comics so I don't exactly have any pearls of wisdom to impart that could make this anything other than extremely uncomfortable for everyone involved. "Alright. Do you need me for anything?"
"Yes." Her face takes on a sterner aspect that I'm used to seeing. "I am not happy about you withholding that information. I would like you to explain to me why you did not inform Orin sooner."
"As I said, I've discovered all sorts of things-."
"This isn't an embarrassing tattoo or a questionable judgement call. This is Orin's son."
"A boy whose life I had no grounds to interfere with. A boy whose existence could have damaged King Orin's marriage, revealed his surface world civilian identity and who had.. eleven years to adapt to not having his natural father around. Why should I interfere in his current familial arrangements -including his relationship with his stepfather- on the basis of information I was.. probably wrong to acquire?"
"Because he's an Atlantean, and his stepfather -whoever he is- is in no position to help him understand what that means. What if he were to contract a disease that affects purebloods and not unmodified Humans?"
Ring, double check..?
None found.
"There aren't any. There are certain forms of offensive magic which can-."
"I think you may be missing the point."
"No, I think we're having a genuine disagreement. Unless you want me to share everything I know with everyone I know it about."
"If you know anyway and it pertains to them, I'm not sure why you wouldn't."
"Because people have certain ideas about themselves that they don't want disturbed. Learning about the true history of Mars has created a crisis in their government. Me telling J-. Green Lantern two eight one four A and B about some of the Guardians' less noble moments created a reduction in their confidence in their superiors and worsened my relationship with both. To no real gain, because the Guardians certainly aren't about to change the way they operate."
Something occurs to her. "Is there something which you know about me which you have not told me?"
Oh… Poop. "A.. couple of things."
"Alright." She smiles. "Tell me. Let us see what is so disturbing that you would hesitate to tell me."
"Diana, I don't think that's a good-."
She raises her eyebrows slightly. "You still have a full seventeen days on your oath still to serve. Do you intend to take advantage-"
"No."
"-of the fact that it is unenforceable?"
"No."
Her smile broadens slightly. "You may have noticed, I have fairly strong feelings where the truth is concerned. I promise you that there is nothing you can say to me about me that is true that will lower my opinion of you."
…
"Alright. You know that Dryads regard themselves as being Gaea's daughters?"
She hesitates for a moment, then nods. "You believe that I should think of myself in the same fashion, since it was Gaea who gave me life and not my mother."
"I'm the last person to speak against the relationship you have with your adoptive mother, or your relationship with Kon. But the fact remains that the magics in your body are those of the earth and not of war. You live like a demi-goddess when as far as I can tell you're Oceanus' youngest sister."
She waits for a moment, then holds out her hands palms upwards. "You see? That wasn't such an earth-shattering revelation. Unless you have more to say on the subject."
"Gaea didn't just reshape and empower the magics in the earth to bring you to life in the way she did the magics in plants to create the Dryads. You've got her in you. I still don't understand why you're as -relatively- weak as you are."
"Perhaps it is something that I must grow into. Or perhaps she wanted me to experience the full range of Human life before I experience apotheosis."
"Or perhaps the 'blessings' the other goddesses gave you were intended to suppress your innate abilities."
The smile fades somewhat and she raises her eyebrows. "That, is speculation."
"Nineteen fifty two. You returned to Themyscira, bearing a gift for a botanist friend of yours. A small plant."
"I remember."
"You stayed for a few weeks before returning to Europe, and then to America. Four years later, you returned to find that she had died." Diana closes her eyes, and nods. "From the descriptions I read in the Temple of Apollo, it seems likely that the cause of death was anthrax. Anthrax isn't found on Themyscira. At the time Themyscira had no contact with the outside world for centuries, save for you. You're immune to all disease. You can't even carry them, so there's no risk of infection via you."
She nods, her face sombre. "You believe that the plant pot contained anthrax spores. That my gift killed her."
"The blessings the goddesses gave Themyscira's female population make them resistant to disease, but they don't grant blanket immunity. She would have examined the plant closely, giving her the best chance of inhaling the spores. I checked the soil where the plant was planted after her death." I shrug. "I destroyed the remaining spores to make sure that nothing like that happened again." I look down for a moment. "There is obviously no way you could have known that was a possibility. But I hope that you understand why I didn't think telling you would help anyone."
"I suppose I do. Do you have anything else to share?"
"Not about you alone."
"Very well. Return to the mountain. I will contact you if Orm surfaces."
"Sir."
I turn away and walk through the Embassy's zeta tube.
"Recognised, Orange Lantern, B zero six."
I stride out into the-.
My armour and construct armour appear immediately.
"What the hell happened here?"