Similarly, the thorns are no match for Diana's skin, and she hardly even notices them. But the longer they climb, the less she worries about Garrus slipping and falling to the earth below. Though it's strange to see the vines wither and die mere feet below them, they seem to be able to still hold their weight.

His response gets a short, warm laugh out of her. "I hope that some day I can say something similar." Despite how long she's been alive, her experiences are mostly limited to what she'd done on Themyscira. Every moment she had spent off the island had been new, and she looks forward to each day for its potential.