She shakes her head and - yes, a memory. Something clear. The ground moved. Gotham was cut off. She was here and small humans were here. Lost and cut off. Trainable. They had open minds and less bad habits. She couldn't have them suffer. Not while there had been hope for some kind of co-existance.
"The Quake," she muttered out loud. "Where were you during the quake?"
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:37 am (UTC)She shakes her head and - yes, a memory. Something clear. The ground moved. Gotham was cut off. She was here and small humans were here. Lost and cut off. Trainable. They had open minds and less bad habits. She couldn't have them suffer. Not while there had been hope for some kind of co-existance.
"The Quake," she muttered out loud. "Where were you during the quake?"