In Kendra's imagination, the process of Genesis should have involved everyone standing on clouds with their robes billowing, or atop some lofty point in the universe, loudly declaring something like, "Let there be light," before unleashing all sorts of dazzling light-and-shadow effects.
Because Deathstroke really could do that. He was the Possessor of every Power Ring and could create whatever kind of light he wanted.
But she had never imagined that the real process of Genesis would involve a group of people squatting in a flooded seaside cave, discussing things while preparing hot pot. That was far too down-to-earth.
"It's fine, Kendra. This is a dream, so you don't need to be so cautious." Su Ming smiled at her kindly and had Strangle toss her a bottle of soda. "If you don't even dare to imagine things in a dream, what's the point of being alive? J'onn must usually make your life pretty miserable, huh?"
"J'onn is a good man." Hawkgirl gave a bitter smile and shook her head, using the spike on her Morning Star to pry off the bottle cap. "I'm the one with the problem. Countless cycles of life and death have left me unable to see any hope of escape, so naturally I no longer dared to look forward to any Future."
"Sigh, as the old Eastern saying goes, you're so full you've got nothing better to do." After picking through the cilantro, Bobo began helping Deathstroke peel the plastic wrapping off crab sticks. He looked at Hawkgirl irritably. "So many people would kill for an ability like yours, constantly reincarnating while retaining their memories. Yet you don't cherish it—instead, you want to die. That's incredibly shortsighted."
"Mm, I know." Hawkgirl lowered her head, becoming even more dejected.
She was already Black, and the cave was