[Hearing her voice shrink like that twists Diana's own heart in a way she's never felt. It had only been a memory, so brief, but it had been so real, so visceral that she doesn't think she'll ever be able to put it from her mind. She can't imagine the girl can, either.
Diana pulls herself together so she can listen to the question, swallowing down her horror so she can answer.]
Yes. [Her voice is raw, scratching against her throat.] I killed him. A--a few weeks ago.
[It's the first time she's said it aloud. Ares had never been a brother to her, really; she hadn't even known they'd shared a father until minutes before his death. But there's still loss there, inexplicably. Something she never knew she wanted, and can now never have again.]
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Diana pulls herself together so she can listen to the question, swallowing down her horror so she can answer.]
Yes. [Her voice is raw, scratching against her throat.] I killed him. A--a few weeks ago.
[It's the first time she's said it aloud. Ares had never been a brother to her, really; she hadn't even known they'd shared a father until minutes before his death. But there's still loss there, inexplicably. Something she never knew she wanted, and can now never have again.]