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A Tale of Trevors
Date of Scene: 18 June 2021
Location: Art Studio - Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis: Donna tells Diana that she got married. Diana, that is. Diana didn't know this before. That's doppelplots for you. Then they go for Korean food.
Cast of Characters: Diana Prince, Donna Troy




Diana Prince has posed:
Late afternoon in the Embassy on a Friday. It's a very common time of day for there to be very little going on in the Embassy. Sometimes there are parties or late evening events being prepared for, but not tonight. Tonight the place was free of anything scheduled.

Due to this, Diana was not in any fancy clothing, not 'dolled up' with makeup and accessories. No, tonight she's just in a pair of blue jeans, a tshirt and a button-down shirt over that left unbuttoned and loose around her body. Her hair is tied back in to a pony tail and she's simply standing inside of her Art STudio with the windows open and some fans circulating the air within the room. IT's warm outside today, but the circulating air has things nice and calm.

There's some soft classical music playing on a radio too, not a fancy modern music system, just a classic radio like right out of the 80s or 90s.

Diana is washing some of her art cleaning tools, listening to the music and humming along to it. She's biting down on her bottom lip, a habbit the Princess has had since she was a very little girl, that crops up when she's concentrating in a casual setting like this here and now.

Donna Troy has posed:
    It's a rare occasion that Donna is more dressed up than Diana, but today is one of those days. Which is not to say that Donna's dressed extravagantly, just a little more smartly in black slacks and a red blouse than Diana's jeans & t-shirt look.

    Donna arrives with a smile and a wave but no spoken greeting, knowing that when Diana's concentrating on her restoration work it's better to let her prepare for a visit at her own pace and finish up whatever detail she's working on, rather than interrupt her.

    She takes a seat on a stool close to Diana, palms down on the seat and legs swinging, to watch Diana at her work. It's a comfortably familiar scene - though it has not happened so much lately since Diana started doing her work at the embassy, many was the time when a younger Donna would sit quietly in Diana's studio at the museum and watch her work.

    On the outside, Donna looks deeply content. Why shouldn't she be? The last few weeks have been good. Diana's recovery, the capture of Bad Cassie, the trip to Themyscira, the Amazoning of Caitlin. Donna has, on the whole, been as happy as she's ever been. Which only makes that weird sense that Diana sometimes gets of Donna's feelings a little more unusual - she's hiding it, but Diana can sense that Donna's a little unsettled, and this visit may be more than purely social.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is running a special kind of cleaner over the brushes to cleanse them of the chemicals and solvants she'd been using on the bust that rests on the pedestal a few away behind her, resting atop a white sheet thrown across the polished concrete floor. It's all the kind of setting Donna has seen many times before, though this private studio is / was a big addition for Diana here at the Embassy, to have her own private space thsi large to work on rather than at a museum. It was well known that this is her favorite room in the Embassy because of this.

The Princess only needs a few moments before she looks over at the young woman who sits down beside her. She flashes her a big smile. "Why hello there." She tells her, noting the other's attire. "You look niiiice." She says playfully. Her eyes go back to her work as she drops the clean brushes in to a cup beside the deep stone sink basin. "Busy day, or headed out somewhere tonight?" She asks then.

The Princess turns then to walk back toward the table beside the pedestal where she gathers up the last two bowls that were resting there.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna can't help breaking into a big grin at her sister. "Been catching up with some embassy work, had a couple of meetings," she says. "No particular plans for the evening, though I thought I might drop in on you and see if you were planing to work all night or if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. There's a new Korean place opened up around the corner I thought could be interesting to try. "

    The smile remains fixed on Donna's face for a few moments before slowly fading. "I mean," she starts, "Sometimes you just work too hard, Diana. If it's not lassoing villains or working at the Embassy or Arts Center, you always seem to have conservation and restoration work to do. You need more down time."

    A short pause. "More of a social life." Donna breaks into the grin again. "I know, Cassie's always bugging you about the same thing. But she's right, you know. There's more to life than duty." A rich claim coming from Donna.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana sets the bowls down in to the sink before she pushes her sleeves that are rolled up, back up her forearms to rest them above her elbows while she listens to Donna speak. A pleased expression is present upon her visage for the majority of the words she hears coming from her sister.

"I have never claimed Cassie to be anything but correct about that." The Princess amends

She glances to Donna to show another quick increase in her smile before she looks back to the bowls, using a spoon to fill them with some powder cleaner and then a bit of water to cause the powder to bubble as it gets the chemicals all reacting nicely.

She runs her hands under the water water faucet then and looks once more to Donna. "You know when I had more time for such things?" She asks, pausing a moment for drama's sake. "When I wasn't a public figurehead." She grins at the other, since Donna was one of the driving voices on her shoulder, urging her to step out in to the public's eye.

Of course, even back then, Diana didn't go on 'dates' or look for anything of that variety, she would spend time with colleagues from the museum, usually much older than her since she'd known them for so many years that they aged past Diana's visible age... the ones she let know her personally at least.

One thing Donna would certainly know, is that Diana would always move away from a location when that aging (or lack there of) would become a issue. Thusly the Princess rarely had close friends, personal connections, which kept her even more isolated, and likely kept her more... rooted in what she once had, rather than what she might find.

"What brings this up?" The Princess asks as she reaches for a towel on the side of the counter's edge.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "What," Donna replies with a soft laugh. "It has to be something other than caring for my dear sister? There's nothing in particular that brings it up now other than we are both here at the Embassay tonight and I thought I might try to drag you away from your work for a little while."

    Diana's excuse is a long way from being persuasive in Donna's eyes. After all, going public as a hero in her experience coincided with making lots of friends. The Titans were always very close, but perhaps being a member of the League just doesn't come with that built-in social life that being a Titan brings. That's hardly an answer though -- she'd invite Diana to become a member of the Titans in a heartbeat, but she is sure that even if the idea interested Diana she'd worry too much about treading on Donna's toes.

    She sits fairly still, watching Diana washing up in silence for a few moments, lost in thought. "I took Cassie's doppelganger back to the other world a couple of days ago," she says finally. Apparently a change in topic? "Took a while to get things organized with SHIELD, but we got there in the end. There are still a number of doppelgangers on the loose, but it looks like we're coming to the end of that particular crisis. The Titans have a lead on a doppelganger organization we're going to bust, but at least there's nothing... you know, /personal/, to deal with any more. No doppelganger of me to worry about, and your doppelganger's nice."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana finishes drying her hands off and she starts to fold the towel up a few times before she drapes it over the edge of the sink's front face. She looks back to Donna and smiles faintly to her. "I would love to go out and try this restaurant you've found." She adds before she walks back to the statuette she'd been working on to check on it's condition. It looks dry so she starts to cover it up again.

"Needless to say, I am very glad to hear about the Dopplegangers being a rapidly growing thing of the past..." She softly adds as she drapes the light cloth over the head of the statue of a warrior woman wearing a battle helmet.

At the talk of her own twin, Diana has a grin briefly appear on her lips as she looks over her left shoulder at Donna. "Well that is good. I really do not want to fight myself..." She states as she then glances down at the table in front of her and closes a book she was using to help her with the cleaning. "I would have liked to have met her though. I would have liked to have seen this version of Themyscira too. What you said of it, it sounds like they had... quite a challenge to face."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "A lot of challenges," Donna says. "It must have been hard for them to watch the world falling around them and realize there was nothing they could do to stop it. Of course that's different now - once we defeated ZZGU and brought them the cure, they were free to act again. Since then they have been very active. The fallout from it all around the world -- there are a lot of failed states, limited resources. People trying to shape the future their own way. A lot of them... well, a lot of them not exactly sane."

    "Pretty much as soon as we defeated ZZGU, that world started to fall into warfare. Even before I left the first time, a few nukes had flown. The Amazons of that world have become its peace keepers. It has invigorated them, I think. From their viewpoint, it all makes sense. What they were originally created for, why they were isolated for so long. The way they see it, their isolation on Themyscira for so long was to preserve the Amazon nation for this exact reason, so that three and a half millennia later they could return to Man's World at its time of need, still strong when the rest of the world was on the verge of collapse, to lead it to a new future."

    "But in a way," Donna continues thoughtfully, "I think the thing that was most challenging to them was the few decades just previously. Their opening up to the world happened fast. There was no gradual revelation of who we... who they were, to the rest of the world. When it became apparent what was happening, and that Themyscira was the one place ZZGU could not reach, they opened up their borders to refugees. Limited numbers, of course -- Themyscira just isn't that large. But it must have doubled the population in the space of a few years, and that can't have been easy to deal with. So many outsiders arriving so suddenly. It must have been a huge challenge to that world's version of our mother to preserve Themyscira's ways in the face of all that."

    Donna speaks with her eyes fixed to the ground, but she eventually raises her head, smiling gently. "A challenge to that world's version of you too, of course. As the princess of Themyscira she had a lot on her shoulders, bearing some of her mother's burden. And yet, despite that..." her eyes seek out Diana's. "She found time. To meet someone."

    Donna turns away again, not wanting to hold Diana's gaze any longer. "They're curious, too. About us. She asked me a lot about you. And you can imagine how curious they were about me. I turned up on their shore speaking Themysciran and knowing everything about them, when they didn't know who I was. But I think that's for the best. It wasn't easy. I mean... when I was first there, particularly. Diana -- imagine standing in front of me, and Hippolyta, and having neither of us recognize you, or even know that you were not an enemy. It was hard, but I honestly believe it would have been much harder for... for anyone else. It's a stroke of luck that the one Amazon who doesn't exist in both worlds is the one who made contact, because I believe that to see another version of yourself, one who had lead a different life, I believe that would have been hard on both people."

Diana Prince has posed:
While Donna speaks, Diana spends the rest of the time she needs to finish cleaning up around her workspace. She then walks back to the counter top that Donna is seated beside and slips that book back in to the shelf above it.

Her eyes go to Donna, having been listening to all of that, Diana leans her hip against the counter's edge and just leans there, watching now and listening.

"You were a bridge." Diana says. "Arguably the perfect ambassador for this outreach, and though there were... hiccups, it has all worked out in the end. This is all something you should be very proud of." She affords her younger sister another lingering brief smile before she speaks again.

"Seeing alternate versions of one's self leads to one questioning their actions, their choices, their decisions. This, I believe, is one of the main reasosn that it is awkward and unsettling. You begin to see a different version of you, and if that version has endured perils of untold hardship... well." Diana glances away toward the other side of the room that looks out on to the yard through the many large windows. Her eyes drop then and return back over to Donna to rise once more.

"Well, you may see yourself having become something you would not like, because of those challenges. Cassie witnessed this, as did Gar, and many others." She trials her words off then and smiles softly. "This is the part where I could gloat about being the same, apparently, but that would be very crass of me." She's kidding of course, and the grin that plays across her lips showcases that.

"So was he handsome?" She asks, about her alt self having apparently been with someone. "Or she, of course." She grins lightly again as she folds her arms over her stomach, rumpling the fabric of her light overshirt.

Donna Troy has posed:
Donna nods her head, and looks back to Diana. "Yeah... though... in a way, that's not so bad. I mean for Gar, or Cassie, or Terry... perhaps they're the ones who could gloat. Because they can point to that doppelganger of theirs and think... whatever faults they have, they are better people than they might have been. Perhaps that's something they can be proud of. We have been in contact with another doppelganger - the Titans, I mean. Someone who's version in this world is known to us. That doppelganger is not so much like the other doppelgangers. She has been helping us. Her... the version from our world doesn't know. Can you imagine what that would be like? If a doppelganger of you came from another world and people like her more?"

    Donna breaks into a wide grin, but it's quickly gone. She stands up from the stool, and instead leans against it close to Diana, looking out over the yard too. When Diana's eyes return to Donna, Donna keeps looking through the window. "I've thought a lot about what it might have been like if there had been a Troia in that world too. How awkward it would have been. I mean... it would have made it easier at first, of course. Because they'd have known who I was and it would have been easier to convince them of my story. But then... what? It would depend on how she had turned out. Suppose she had been evil, like Kara's doppelganger? I might have felt guilty. Responsible. I might have felt like I had a duty to the Amazons of that world tro make up for the... the /me/ who had failed them. Or if there was a Troia who just didn't do anything. Played the Themysciran princess, who took things easily and didn't... didn't /try/. I would hate to consider the possibility that I might have turned out that way, that it was a possibility that was inside me."

    She keeps looking out of the window, but she breaks into a broad grin. "Or suppose she was much /better/ than me? If there was a Troia there who was the Amazon's champion, who lead armies and achieved greater things than I had? I would be forced to reconsider everything about myself."

    Donna grins wide again, but then her eyes drop to the floor and she sighs softly. "That's one of the reasons why I was keen for you not to come along," she admits. "I didn't want you comparing your life to the life of the version of you in that world. Things are different there. Things went in different ways, created situations that aren't the same. Things aren't directly comparable, but I think it would have been very hard for you not to compare. In that world, an American aircraft carrier had fled to Themyscira a few decades back. Today it hasn't moved for a long time, it's moored in the bay, and it has been turned into a kind of... I guess you'd call it a suburb of Themyscira city. A few thousand people live there. Not just the sailors, I think a lot of them live on the island itself, it's lots of civilians now. The refugees made lives on the island. There are a lot of children on that version of Themyscira. Including..." Another sigh. "Including princess Stephanie.

    "Diana... I didn't... I'm sorry if you think I was wrong not to tell you. But I thought... I felt it was better you didn't know. Better you didn't question yourself. The life you have here. But I guess.. I mean... it seemed like... I don't know. It's hard to keep a secret from you, sister. Maybe it's better to tell you."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's eyes instinctively look outside to find a sense of what Donna might be looking at, but the yard is just quietly serene with a sprinkler even shh-shh-shh-shh'ing water around in to the grass, giving a classically summer look at the grounds.

When the elder sister looks back to the younger, she glances down and then sits herself on to another of the stools at the work station counter. She keeps her arms crosed over her stomach for a moment before she drops her hands down to the top of her thighs. She keeps her stare upon Donna's face as the other gives more detail in to the nature of themyscira there, in that other universe.

The part about the warship in port at the island has Diana showing a little smile, as does the revelation that there are many children on the island... something that the Princess would love to see in this reality some day too.

When 'Stephanie' is mentioned, along with what comes to Donna' svoice there-after, Diana starts to piece things together. The way that Donna is struggling to out whatever it is she's saying, the way that the muscles in her sister's face are working to react to the words she hasn't even spoken yet...

"Stephanie was Steve's mother's name." Diana says, sort've interrupting Donna. "His father's name was John. I met John once, a long time ago, just after the war ended. It was my first time in the United States, in fact." She says it with a smile, a warmth to her voice now as the memories are inside her mind. "Her passing is what lead Steve and his father to no longer speak to one another. Steve enlisted in the military, seemingly to get away from the drama at home." She gently shakes her head then and lets the smile return to her lips as she looks upon Donna.

"I always liked the name. I am glad to see that holds true in this other world too."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna takes a deep breath and blows it out again, puffing her cheeks. "Yes, apparently your version in that other world always liked the name too. Of course, she didn't get to chose the name all on her own. She didn't get a daughter out of nowhere, there was a man involved. Apparently he liked the name too."

    "He's... he's in his forties. Army guy. I didn't get to speak to him much, but he seemed like a nice guy. I get the impression that having a Themysciran princess for a wife and for a daughter can't exactly have been the easiest thing for him." Donna's lips finally form back into a grin, and she glances at Diana again. "I'm sure that would be hard work for anyone. But it was obvious that it was a problem he was happy to have."

    "I can't say they were necessarily... happy. But they were making the best of a difficult situation. Stephanie spoke up when we were presented to mo... to that world's Queen Hippolyta. When I suggested that they be the ones to guard Kara's doppelganger, she wasn't happy. That Kara was those people's enemy. Stephanie is young and... well, I think the idea was hard for her. I reminded her that to guard the world from evils is the very purpose of being an Amazon, but I don't think she appreciated that. I was impressed that she was willing to make her opinions known, though. It must have been a very intimidating situation for her. For all of them."

    Those little muscular tells in Donna's face go into overrdrive, and it doesn't take any supernatural sensitivity to her emotions that this is the hardest thing to say. "As for her name, I don't think it would have been a hard sell for that world's Diana to persuade her husband. Perhaps he also liked the name too. After all, it was the name of his... I guess great, great, grandmother."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana raises her right hand up to place it upon the counter and spend a moment arranging things upon the surface while she listened to Donna's response. She showed a visible smile on her lips at the reveal of Stephanie's fearless voicing of her opinion on matters. "I am sure her Grandmother was fond of that." The Princess softly adds, in good humor, due to knowing how much her mother 'loved it' when Diana did that very same thing during her youthful years in Themysciran court.

The Princess' hand comes back from the counter and she leans on her elbow on that side, placing her hand on the side of her forehead, resting her head there against the back of her knuckles, her eyes on Donna again.

When Donna speaks of the last part, Diana's eyes remain on her sister for a second longer before she flutters her lashes and looks away in thought. It's clear that the wheels of her mind are working on this information, because she's aware that this other world... was relatively identical to their own, up to the point of this apocalyptic event that changed everything.

After a few seconds, Diana's eyes look back to Donna. She stares another moment before speaking again. "Steve never mentioned having children, and he was an only child." She sits up higher in her seat then and looks away again. "John..." She drops her eyes down to her lap. "John said that I was 'prettier than the last one' after I introduced myself to him." She looks up again to Troia. "I merely took that as a compliment, and of course understood that..."

That Steve had other women in his life, of course.

"I didn't know..." Diana whispers then, and once more her bottom lip sinks in between her teeth as she lightly bites down on it in thought, her eyes down once more.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "It was a hundred years ago, sister," Donna says, her voice barely above a whisper. She moves slightly closer, and rests a hand very lightly on Diana's arm. "I would guess that Steve didn't know either. I mean there was a war on." She gives a light shrug. "Soldiers, you know."

    "I didn't ask them for that much detail," she says. "I mean I was curious, of course. But it was awkward. That world's Diana was... she didn't know me. I wasn't her sister, I was a stranger who knew... too much. She was very curious about me though. I'm sure you can imagine. I didn't want to make things more awkward than they already were."

    Donna tilts her head towards Diana, studying her face carefully with the concern etched on her features. "Diana... you can't compare two worlds directly. I'm sure that Stephanie... and that Captain Trevor too, I'm sure they made her happy. But in lots of ways her life was not as good as yours. It was harder. More filled with pain. She had something you do not, but she did not have things that you do. She was... I guess she has had to make a lot of tough choices in the decades since our timelines had diverged. She had become harder. I don't think she was as loved as you are."

    "And..." Donna's eyes drift downwards again, and she gives Diana's arm a little squeeze. "Well, I've thought about it a lot. How it must have happened. That world's princess of Themyscira must have met the refugees, been surprised to hear that there was a Captain Trevor amongst them, and got talking. Must have learned that... you know."

    Her hand moves higher up Diana's arm, and she looks back to catch Diana's eyes. "Diana? Honestly... what do you think Steve would have thought? The Steve of that world? Do you think he would be entirely happy to know that the Diana of that world had been so... so affected by their meeting, that the first time she could find love in a hundred years was with a /substitute/ for him?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's eyes go up again to Donna's when she feels the hand on her arm. She stares at her sister as the other speaks further on it all, speaks of Steve, of this other Captain Trevor that /her/ other system was... married to?

It takes her a moment before she shakes her head. "Surely there was more to their relationship than merely being a replacement. I cannot imagine I would ever engage in such a thing, without there being something... real there, a real connection. Be it forged through that great hardship of that world, or... otherwise. It is just... I thought his family's line ended with him. That is the shocking part for me here, but--" Diana shakes her head softly and smiles to Donna. "It is fine. Life is nothing if not constantly full of surprises, good, bad and otherwise in varieties."

She takes in a breath and looks away, her eyes on her phone which is resting by the now covered up statuette she'd been cleaning. "We should... we should get ready for this restaurant you spoke of, before it gets much later." She looks back to her sister and summons a smile for her.

"Thank you for telling me this, it gives me a lot of perspective on things. New ... elements to thoughts I have had in my mind for some time." She moves to stand up from the stool then.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "I'm not saying that there was nothing more to it than that, Diana," Donna says. "As far as I got to see, he seemed like a really nice guy. And... yes, he was very handsome." Donna smiles, but it's not hard to tell she's putting a brave face on things. Donna has never been all that good at hiding her emotions, and she finds the thought of raising questions that might make Diana uncomfortable to be painful.

    "Maybe... maybe there was a sense of /closure/ for her, in meeting that Captain Trevor, almost a century after losing the first one. Maybe that meeting was what allowed her to finally let go of the feelings that had stopped her from letting herself be entirely happy before."

    "Or maybe not. Because in that century, I'm sure she had met quite a few people who were good looking, good company, good people. People she could have been happy with, if only she had let them in. So maybe the real reason she found herself with that one and none of the others, is because that one reminded her so much of the one she had never been able to get over. So maybe there was a real connection, but it was a connection she could have had with other people before, but would not allow herself to have because they were not called Trevor."

    Donna stands up when Diana does, but doesn't seem ready to drop the subject yet in favor of food. "Di... remember when I first came to America? I... I dated quite a bit. Poor you had to be the one to give me all those... warnings. Things that a mother would be expected to give. It was novel for me, and it was fun. I got asked out a lot, I guess I seemed pretty exotic to the guys here. It was far from serious though. But then there was Marv. The college professor guy, remember? He was the first of them that I actually got to /know/ in any real way. Everyone... literally everyone... told me it was a mistake. He was quite a bit older than me... " She gives Diana a grin "... not a problem you're ever likely to face. And... we had nothing at all in common. But he knew so much about a world that I knew so little about. He was kind, and he was thoughtful. It was nothing I had ever experienced before, and it felt magical. And it took me the best part of a year to learn that I didn't actually feel any real love for him, that I was only in love with the idea of being in love."

    "Di... Diana? If that world's Steve was half the man of this world that you have described to me, I'm pretty sure it that he would be disturbed to know that his Diana had fallen in love with his great whatever grandchild. Because /even if the love was as real as any, and the connection was a pure coincidence/, I think that Steve would want to know that his Diana had been able to move on. Had been able to be happy."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana steps over to the work station to get her phone and slip it in to her front right pocket of her jeans. She turns back to Donna as she hears her sister speaking on the older man that she had been involved with. It gets a soft smile from the Princess who steps back toward her sister to place a hand on HER arm now, two can play at that game, apparently.

"I will always support you in whom you choose to be with." She says softly to her sister, who of course already knew that.

But at the persistent talk of Steve, Diana takes her hand away and exhales as she steps to the side and starts to walk toward the windows that look out on to the yard. She raises her hands up to rub her thumb in to the palm of her left hand, holding them both in front of her as she looks outside.

"It isn't... so much about 'getting over' it all." Diana says then as she turns back to look at Donna, She can only stare a moment before her eyes go down and then she looks back forward outside once more. "It is that he isn't gone. I still remember it all, like it were yesterday. I still ... feel him. I still smell him. I still hear him, like he only just left the room, right before you came in."

She turns to put her back to the windows then, to face Donna fully. She draws in another breath. "I just have never met anyone who I... felt the same way for. It is why that, if this other version of me 'fell' for a grandchild of Steve's, then it must have brought back that feeling. Brought back the same... sensations, that I felt then. That I can still feel now, like they just happened."

Love in the mind of someone who never forgets, and loss in the mind of someone who never forgets.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Exactly," Donna replies. "Brought back the same feelings. Instead of bringing new ones. I've never met someone who I felt the same way as I did for Marv. But getting close to Rae... that allowed me to realize that what I felt for Marv wasn't the beginning and the end of it. What I feel for Rae is more real, more true than anything I ever felt for Marv. And if I hadn't let myself... if I hadn't taken that risk, I would /never have learned that/."

    Donna takes a couple of steps towards Diana, closing the distance a little but not all the way. Her eyes glisten a little in the light from the window. Another sign of the difficulty she is having with this conversation, that she's on the verge of tears. "Diana I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry because... I love you. More than I can ever express. And I want you to be happy. I know this isn't... it's not easy. Steve /is/ gone, Di. Your memories of him will live forever, but he's not here any more. Your memories of him can't hold you in their arms, or comfort you when you're down. They can't go for a walk with you on the beach, or make love to you. They can't make /new/ memories with you."

    "A-and if I'm wrong, if he's here, then /ask/ him. Ask your memories of him, what he would have thought. He'd want you to be able to move on. You /know/ he would. Diana, making new memories won't make the old memories go away. You won't lose him because you find someone else. He won't be hurt or feel betrayed. You'll never lose what you had with him, and that's wonderful. But as long as you're scared of losing those memories by making new ones, you'll never be as happy as you could be."

Diana Prince has posed:
For Diana to show tears, something seirous is certainly happening. She does, of course, but usually not around others unless it is a moment where things fit the ability to show them, and there-by show her vulnerability to her emotions. Diana doesn't hide from her own 'humanity' after all.

She has them now, and the reason is two-fold. The topic of discussion, and seeing Donna's reaction to it, hearing her response to it. She steps over to her sister and puts her hands on either of Donna's elbows, then pulls her in for a hug.

"You are right." Diana says, sniffling then before laughing through the emotion. "Cassie has said similarly too, as you know. I am hearing you both too. I do agree as well. Should something, or someone, come in to my life who makes me feel... that way, I will welcome them." She holds on a moment longer before she pulls back and smiles at the other.

"I love you too. I love Rachel also, even if she would utterly die if I told her that." Diana grins then. "I really am thankful you came ot me with this also, I can tell you were unsure of it. I am... not sure what I will do knowing all of this, but it is already feeling better to have this information than to have never heard it." Diana raises her chin, then lowers it again in a decisie singular nod.

"Come on, lets go find our way to this restaurant." She states, summoining a smile up again as she dabs at the corners of her eyes. "The fumes in here are making me tear up." She jokes with a hint of a grin.

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    Donna returns the hug fiercely, and when they separate she does so with a laugh that's half relief and half nerves. She looks back at Diana with a slightly sad smile, and dabs at her own eyes.

    "I really was unsure about it," Donna confirms. "About how much to tell you. It worried me that if I told you, you would insist on going straight to SHIELD and asking they send you to that other world at once so you could see it all for yourself. That... that really wouldn't be a good idea, Diana. It wouldn't be good for them. I've had to... I had a hard time there. Trying to not talk about... too much. It would be ten harder for you. It would do them no good to hear too much about how our world has worked out. And it would do you even less good to see how their world has worked out."

    "I don't think that there's really anything you /should/ do, knowing all of this. It's not /you/, Diana. It's not your life. Don't try to make it your life, okay? Don't go looking for him. Promise me you won't go looking for him, because if you do I'll know I made a mistake telling you."

    Donna sniffs, and looks away. When she looks back she's smiling again. "Yeah the fumes here are strong, let's go get food. They're supposed to do a really good bulgogi."

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Diana steps toward the exit of the room but she pauses to turn off the radio and slip it back in to its place on the counter. She turns back to Donna and smiles warmly at her. "I am not going to go find a random man that I do not know, and introduce myself to him as the woman who had a very brief, if very memorable, handful of days with his grandfather a hundred years ago."

She shows another little grin as she reaches for the room lights and flips them off, though the fans continue to spin, circulating the airflow in the room quite nicely.

"I am far more stable than that, I promise, and nor do I wish to find where this gateway is that would take me there. That is their world, and as we established... you were the bridge between our realities. It is handled, and the time to let go of them is here."

With that said, the Princess will move toward the exit, expecting Donna to go along with her.