#he'll meet... actual trini eventually...

“    you did that?    ”    you stare down at the monster’s carcass through mask of your helmet,   a twinge of annoyance plucking at your heart strings.    you were too late.    what kind of hero shows up too late?    for the briefest moment,   rita’s words echo within your head:   i see myself in you.    (   maybe she’s right;    maybe you’re not a hero,   just like her.    just like her.    )     glance toward him breaks your train of thought,    worries cast aside for now.     “    what was it?    ”     /     @ritegeous