Chapter 41:

Chapter 41:

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[David Lance POV]

I was lost.

Not literally, no.

More like in a figurative sense.

I was lost in the sense I had no idea how to prove Rachel's innocence to the League. I mean, how could I? I honestly had no solid evidence to back my word up.

Sure, she was my friend, and I knew she wasn't evil, but to the League, or any legal establishment that meant nothing.

"You don't have to do this," Rachel said softly.

~I don't, but I want to,~ I signed, smiling at her. She was my friend, and I would be damned if I allowed the League to hunt her down, without any reason.

"I'm honestly not concerned about the League," Rachel said unconcernedly.

~I am,~ I admitted with a tired sigh.

"Why are you helping me?" Rachel asked calmly, her violet-blue eyes resting on me.

I paused for a moment, before answering. ~We are friends, friends help each other~

"Friends" Rachel muttered under her breath as if the word was foreign to her in more than one sense.

I nodded.

"I see," Rachel said, calmly.

~I apologize my answer is not exactly satisfactory,~ I smiled, my fingers fidgeting.

"It's okay, you answered my question to the best of your ability," Rachel replied. "Besides, I know very well there are questions one can't answer, simply because they lack a clear answer."

I nodded, that was, after all, pretty much my case when it came to canon-related answers I knew without previous interaction.

"Are you afraid I'm his daughter?" Rachel asked her eyes on me once again.

I shook my head. Was I afraid of her dad? Sure, I was, who the hell would not? He was Satan himself but on demonic steroids, I mean, I was pretty sure he was one of the selected few that I could scream at, and not only survive, but punch me back twice as hard.

Sure, it depended on the version of Trigon this Trigon was, but still, regardless of the iteration I was dealing with, more than not, most iterations were strong enough to solo Superman with frightening ease.

"You are a weird guy," Rachel smiled, amused by my answer.

~I am,~ I nodded, with a smile of my own. ~I mean, I am the literal definition of a walking talking nuke~

"Your voice didn't seem to carry nuclear qualities," Rachel muttered, tilting her head to the side.

I blinked, perhaps the use of literal in a not literal sense was too confusing for her still. ~I know, it's a way of speaking, an expression, or in my case, a way of signing. It's also the best possible example I can think of.~

"Oh, I see," Rachel nodded, satisfied with my answer.

I smiled at that, scratching the back of my head.

"You can't control it right?" Rachel asked softly.

~My powers? No, I can't I mean, I'm sure I could control them to some level if I trained more, but even if I learned, they would always be lethal to well, almost everybody~ I replied, wondering if it was even possible to control my powers to a non-lethal level.

"I can help you" Rachel replied, violet blue eyes looking at me expectantly. "I am well versed in a situation very similar to yours, so if control is what you seek, I might be of assistance, if you want that is I wouldn't want to impose"

Well-versed in a situation similar to mine. I guess that was her way of sympathizing with me.

~I would be honored,~ I smiled, accepting her offer.