[She inhaled sharply. Color draining from her face. "She" did--and he-- Suddenly, it all made sense. She'd been right all along; he was essentially blaming her for something she hadn't done. Something the other Zatanna had done.]
[And she understood why.]
I...
[She what? She would never? Apparently not.]
...I'm not that powerful. I'm nowhere near that powerful.
[Right then, she felt like that was the only thing she could offer him: full admittance to her own inadequacy.]
Maybe if I was, we wouldn't all be trapped here like this.
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[She inhaled sharply. Color draining from her face. "She" did--and he-- Suddenly, it all made sense. She'd been right all along; he was essentially blaming her for something she hadn't done. Something the other Zatanna had done.]
[And she understood why.]
I...
[She what? She would never? Apparently not.]
...I'm not that powerful. I'm nowhere near that powerful.
[Right then, she felt like that was the only thing she could offer him: full admittance to her own inadequacy.]
Maybe if I was, we wouldn't all be trapped here like this.