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.“Hi,” Celia said.Analise rubbed her face, then pulled off her mask and threw it aside.She lay back on the pillows, staring past Celia’s shoulder to the far wall.Celia could sit there all day, watching her friend, waiting for her to say something, but Analise didn’t look like she was ready to talk.“I brought you some clothes to change into.There’s coffee and bagels in the kitchen,” Celia said.“I can clear the place out, if you don’t want to see anyone.Or you can sleep all day.Or something.”Analise was stubborn.She was just as capable of lying there, silent, as Celia was of sitting there.More than anything, though, Celia hadn’t wanted her to wake up alone in a strange place after all that had happened.Typhoon didn’t have a team like the Olympiad to back her up, or to pick up the pieces.“Mentis,” Analise said finally.“I could feel him in my mind, shutting me down.”“He thought it was best.He didn’t want you to panic.”“He had no right.”“No, he didn’t.”Analise bit her lip and rolled to her side, so that Celia had even less chance of looking her in the eyes.She’s going to crawl into a hole and never come out.“He knows who I am.What am I going to do, Celia?”Two rooms over, some eight years ago, Celia had woken up in her bed the morning after the Destructor had abandoned her, after her throw-down, screaming argument with her father.She wouldn’t let either of her parents approach her, and Celia remembered the profound look of hurt on Suzanne’s face, the reddening that meant tears were on the way.Celia couldn’t have hurt her mother more if she’d stabbed her in the gut and wrenched the knife.Mentis and Robbie had had to corner her, calm her down, and take her home themselves, where the telepath had finally made her sleep.Convenient, being able to knock out anybody you had a problem with at the moment.She’d woken up and asked herself, What am I going to do?After Appleton arrested, then released her, she’d ended up packing a duffel bag and going to a homeless shelter.To Analise she said, “You take it one day at a time.You move on.”“But what I did—”“One day at a time, Analise.My parents will probably let you stay here as long as you need to.This is all part of something bigger.We’re trying to clear it up.”“We? You a hero now? You going to help save the world?” She smirked bitterly.“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.It’s down the hall.”Analise stared at the wall, eyes closed, hand on her forehead.Her mother was alone at the table when Celia returned to the kitchen.She held a mug of coffee in both hands and pretended to read the paper.“How long? You and Arthur, I mean,” Suzanne said.Slowly, Celia took a seat and tried to catch her mother’s gaze, but Suzanne wasn’t looking up.“Not long,” she said.It wasn’t her mother’s business.It wasn’t anyone’s business.She resented the need to defend this.If he had been anyone else, some stranger she could have invited over for dinner, Suzanne would have been ecstatic.“I know you’re both consenting adults, and I shouldn’t say anything, but … but it’s very strange.He’s known you since you were young.”“I know,” Celia said, looking away.She hadn’t realized how securely she’d locked her old life away, that it took effort to dredge up those memories now.That it was like she’d died and become someone else.“After I went away, though … I came back, and everything was different.Everything.” That was all she could think to say.Her only explanation.Finally, Suzanne looked up.She was smiling.“I still see the little girl in braids and a white dress.I’m sorry, I always will.” She quickly brushed away tears.Celia’s throat closed up.God, now Suzanne had her doing it.If she opened her mouth, she might burst.So she came around the table to Suzanne, knelt by her, and gathered her into a hug.Suzanne needed it, and it didn’t cost Celia anything.“He’s the only person who sees me for what I am, Mom,” Celia whispered.Suzanne squeezed harder.Someone cleared her throat.Analise stood in the kitchen, her gaze on her feet.She wore the T-shirt and sweatpants borrowed from Celia and carried a wadded-up mess of blue fabric in her hands—her costume and mask.“Oh!” Suzanne said, recognition dawning.“Oh my—can I get you some coffee? Analise, isn’t it?”Analise nodded.“Yeah.Thanks.”Celia pulled out a chair and made her friend sit.“You decided to get out of bed.”“Had to sometime.”“Without the mask.”“I don’t think I can do that anymore.” She dropped the costume on the table and grimaced at it.She’s going to give it up, Celia realized.The idea of it seemed wrong, out of alignment with the rest of the universe.She couldn’t give it up; she was the next generation the Hawk was talking about.Wasn’t she?“Celia, you knew all along, didn’t you? That Typhoon, and she—”“Yeah,” Celia said.Handing Analise a cup of coffee, Suzanne said, “I have to ask: How on earth did you two meet?”“By accident,” Celia said
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