She is bruised. She is ragged. She is angry. There is so much anger in her system, though Psychedelic isn’t the source of all of it. Some of it, yes. Not all. Bane’s ears pitch, they pin, they flicker. Her expression is nothing short of distilled rage. The whites of her eyes were shining, glimmering around the edges. The shimmer and dance of a mirage, an oasis in this fucking wasteland. Metaphorically, of course. Not that Bane had to justify herself to anyone, to anything.

In the banshee’s great race through the Lagoon, she finds him. She sees him. Sees him, hears his voice. He’s still alive. He’s still here. Yellowing teeth snap in his direction, though she doesn’t try to make contact. Not now. Not yet. Bane is all hot air, in this moment. Well, at least for the time being. What was to say she wouldn’t try to strike him, if he came near enough. Dangerous. Bane was dangerous. But then, she’s always been. White hot with something far, far more dangerous than anyone could ever imagine.

She can feel Psych sizing her up, a sneer coloring her expression. The intensity, the burning that came from deep inside her as she stares into him. If looks could kill, he’d be sprawled dead at her feet. If looks could kill, she’d lay him out flat. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see. Not to say he isn’t, limping, ragged, battered. Her teeth flashed and shone against the low light of the Lagoon. Danger.

“You look like shit.” Her tone is clipped, but there’s… they understand each other. She softens fractionally, taking a step toward him. “Current pulled me out. Current pushed me back.” It’s an explanation, one that comes with brevity that could only be expected from the ragged mare. Curiosity brings her a bit closer, sidling to him. Only a half step. Only fractions.

“What’s changed?” It’s a simple enough question, though there are many meanings it could take on. What had changed for the islands was perhaps less important than what had changed for him. Than what had changed for them. Bane’s green eyes remained narrowed, ears remained pitched back. She would wait.

Anath x Thane