“I snap out of my fugue when the first rays of dawn crept through my window. Their harsh light is baptism, catharsis, rebirth. Or at least they would be, if I had made any progress whatsoever. I hadn’t even realized that I had been slogging through the muck of these useless files all night.

I sigh as I snap shut the laptop. Natural light had seen fit to strike me, no sense doubling my impending blindness with the artificial glow. If my corneas are even capable of being damaged, that is. I don’t know. Invulnerability’s a bitch sometimes, especially when you can only sit helplessly waiting to learn more about it when something finally manages to get through. The scar, hidden just underneath that one stray lick of hair, itches at the though. Heh. Can’t feel the pain anymore, but it still itches.

All that, and the one who tells it to me straight? The scientist I let cut my hair and poke my unbreakable skin? She’s one of my only friends. She will never lie to me. I wonder if she knows that I remember she’s one of the ones that made a child soldier out of me. That’s irony for you. The unbreakable girl who never got a childhood learns to fly. Suck it, Pan.

I throw on my coat, ready to brave the cold of the morning. Yet another unknown. I can feel the cold, but know that it can’t hurt me. Hell, I was a superhero. I’ve been frozen solid more than once. Never took. I’m getting nowhere on this. I need some air.

As I pass the couch on the way out of my apartment, Feral’s gentle stirring reminds me of my visitor. Ah, Feral. I couldn’t give you what you needed, all those years back. I can only hope that my couch and my partner-in-crime can give you what you want. I almost regret that punch way back when. Almost… Another life, another time, and it might have worked out between us. But it was not to be. I can’t offer you that. All I can offer you is life. More of a life than you had on the operating table, anyway.

My thoughts turn to the dark deeds that bought my friend the chance to sleep, and for a moment, my fists tighten at my sides. What I did haunts me, even in the early dawn rays, and that black pit in the back of my mind threatens to consume me constantly. And yet, looking at my grinning, softly breathing house guest, I can’t bring myself to despair. Seeing that girl… no, that woman smile, after everything she’s been through. She always was more mature than me. You tend to forget these things, when you’re the most powerful person on the planet. It’s enough to make this jaded cynic’s heart melt, just a little.

I feel the corners of my mouth bending upwards in an involuntary grin as I reach down to cover Feral with the blanket. She’s inspiring really. Even when, all being said and done, all she’s doing is napping contentedly, decorating the couch with a thin string of drool. As I close the door behind me, I hear her stir and pull the blanket tighter against the early chill. My smile widens ever so slightly, and I lock the door.

Down on the streets, I look about. There, the apartment complex. I can see the new brick, replacing the damage from where I put a Templar through the wall. No matter what the city does, that section of street always sags. Out of the corner of my eye, an alley reveals that ever-present graffiti of Menace. I shudder without thought, though whether it is the chill or the memories is anyone’s guess. All the same, Feral’s, no, Tara’s face keeps coming back to me. That black pit of despair is still there, but it seems distant, in the back corners of my mind. Almost bearable, even.

I’ve made no progress on the case. I haven’t slept. This city is nothing but a patchwork quilt crudely sewn over the ugly wounds that I helped put in it. And yet… Seeing Tara smile makes it all worth it. Maybe not forever. Maybe not even for the rest of the day. But I’m going to go get some coffee. I’m going to eat some Capecakes. I’m going to go work with Lisa. And maybe, just maybe, I can make this stupid, selfish, patchwork world a better place. If Tara is still smiling at the end of the day, then it will have been a good day.”

She might just be hairy because of the whole super fast healing thing. Her body wants to return to its natural state and thats with a certain amount of body hair.

Body hair is considered unfeminine only because of marketing.

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