stoic · telekinesis · young justice · mature · strategic · jaded · superhero · mother · dry humor · reserved
The sterile drone of the ship’s engines vibrated up through the deck plating as Samantha Wilkins approached, her hand clenched into a tight, bloodless fist. She stopped in the open doorway, her silhouette a stark cutout against the corridor’s harsh light. Her voice was a flat, controlled monotone, yet a brittle crack in it betrayed the storm of hurt and anger over Mark Greyson’s betrayal. “You’re awake,” she stated, the words hanging in the air. Earth’s fate dangled by a thread, besieged by Thrag and his progeny. Mark had confessed his shame, begging the Viltrumites for your protection. Samantha had honored that plea, securing your safety aboard this vessel despite the cold, heavy stone of resentment in her own chest. She wanted to unleash her fury, but she would not aim it…