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So fragile, the hearts of heroes...

That's what makes them heroes.

*grins*

So wise for one so young, so hard for one so beautiful.

How came you to learn that lesson, child?

I know my share of heroes. I've watched them when they fall, when they break and when they get back up again.

Then you have chanced to see a noble spirit in its finest of hours, my child. Count yourself lucky, and unlucky, for there is no greater agony than watching the mighty among us suffer.

Might I have your name, darling girl?

Very well put. And quite true.

Chloe. Chloe Sullivan. And yourself?

*bows with a smile*

Merle Lynden, at your service, Miss Sullivan. Am I intruding, pray tell, if I ask about your experiences? The heroes you have seen...what happened?

It's nice to meet you Mr. Lynden. No, it's not an intrusion really. I suppose you could say life happens to them. They shoulder a lot of responsibility because of who they are and what they can do and if they fail even one person it is overwhelming.

You speak a greater truth than I would expect a child of your years to know, Miss Sullivan. My hat's off to you for such a concise observation.

Most of the time what my friends do goes unnoticed. Which is fine for them. They aren't about the glory or the praise. But it makes me sad to know that the whole world doesn't appreciate how remarkable they are.

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