The Fire of Conviction

"Disappointing." His words were a low murmur, carrying a weight far heavier than his previous admonishments. "I had hoped... perhaps foolishly, that you would be different. That you would be more than just a flicker of defiance in the face of inevitable darkness." A pause hung between them, a stillness that felt like the close of some cosmic scale tilting.

"There was a time I believed beings like you—bright, noble, stubborn in the face of overwhelming odds—could be the ones to lift this world. To save it, not just in fragments, but in its entirety. Yet, time after time, you all turn away, clinging to ideals and limitations that cannot sustain the weight of true justice." There was a hint of something in his tone—his version of sadness, perhaps, a quiet ache beneath his words. It was the dispassionate grief of a force that had watched countless hopefuls fall short, weighed down by their own humanity.

"So be it." He seemed to draw back, his presence receding like the tide. "You have made your choice, and I will respect it. I only wish you could have seen that you were meant for so much more." It's voice echoed, calm but carrying a finality that wrapped around her decision like chains. "You've chosen the path of resistance. You've chosen to believe that your efforts, however small in the grand design, hold worth beyond measure." There was no anger, no mockery, only an air of detached observation—as though he were watching the gears turn, indifferent to the outcomes but keenly aware of the mechanisms.

"You may think yourself a guardian, a light in the shadows, holding your position even when the darkness swells. But know this: I will watch. Not with hope or pity, but with the patience of inevitability. I will see you subsumed by the very forces you aim to hold back, crushed beneath the weight of your convictions." His tone remained steady, as unchanging as stone. "And I will let it happen, as I have watched countless others. Because, as you said... it is your choice."

The silence that followed felt heavier than the darkness around her, his presence lingering even as his voice faded. It was as if the shadows themselves had closed around his words, leaving her alone in the alley with only her heartbeat to remind her of her own determination, fragile yet unbreakable.

Lyra listened to the strange voice's words still he seemingly saying that he or it was disappointed in her for making her final decision. She knew this ultimately would probably bite her in the ass later on; but that was her pain to bear when the time came to pass. No matter what Lyra would take it and while it wasn't going to be easy the end of seeing her nieces cheer on their hero, was well...worth it.

"It may not be the answer your looking for but I know in the end; my heart wouldn't or honestly couldn't bear with the idea of me stepping over to harm albeit semi innocent folks; no matter the crimes they've committed" and that very much was true. Lyra's heart has taken so much on even before becoming a hero, and she wasn't going to allow it to venture off and become closed off as it once did.

Lyra watched as the voice seemed to disappear without a trace leaving the thief to fall down probably due to the strength the voice used to speak to her. Of course Lyra could've left him there, in the cold to which feeling another drop of rain she knew he get worser by the second, but deep down she be breaking the moral's she once told the voice she keep.

Picking up the stranger Lyra took him to the local police station before dropping him off and flying away. Her mind became washing with everything that had transpired in that alleyway, wondering if possibly the voice was right; maybe there was no other way to do what she wanted to, unless to take hold yourself.