Harley Quinn hums to herself as she weaves through the groups of people who are forming up for this very important mission. She arches on her toes for a moment, twirling in a full circle, as if she is not really listening to anyone, but the song in her head.
But the truth of the matter is that she is taking the time to assess every person who has volunteered for this mission. She is watching as they prepare. She is listening as they make solemn oaths of vengeance. And wonders how many of them are truly ready to destroy another... without it affecting their mental states.
So many of them are so angry right now. Ready for blood. And while that is a good way to start a raid... Harley knows better than most how anger can cloud judgement. She worries that those who are so angry about 'personal offenses' will fare on this mission. Will they let that anger consume themselves? Will they become the creatures that they are intending to defeat -- no matter the cost? How many of them are willing to let that piece of their humanity be sacrificed.... because they are hungry, tired and angry?
That is why she is twirling. And stretching. And yes, even taking a few seconds for yoga poses to center her emotions.
A small smirk at her lips as she hears familiar voices. Furiosa. Palmer. Azwel. She lets their anger and energy soak into her very being... and she lets it wash over her like warm waters.
Harley doesn't know what the others have faced... but can see how it affects them. How determined they all are. She is just as determined, for answers. And the only way she will see the truth is to keep her eyes open. Unclouded by anger.
She moves through the group again, looking for her place in the formation. A position where she can watch. Where she can fight. Where she can protect others, when their anger consumes them.
Harley Quinn has snapped before. She can see the fragments of mental stability pulling apart the others. And if she is the sane one in the group right now... they might all be doomed.
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But the truth of the matter is that she is taking the time to assess every person who has volunteered for this mission. She is watching as they prepare. She is listening as they make solemn oaths of vengeance. And wonders how many of them are truly ready to destroy another... without it affecting their mental states.
So many of them are so angry right now. Ready for blood. And while that is a good way to start a raid... Harley knows better than most how anger can cloud judgement. She worries that those who are so angry about 'personal offenses' will fare on this mission. Will they let that anger consume themselves? Will they become the creatures that they are intending to defeat -- no matter the cost? How many of them are willing to let that piece of their humanity be sacrificed.... because they are hungry, tired and angry?
That is why she is twirling. And stretching. And yes, even taking a few seconds for yoga poses to center her emotions.
A small smirk at her lips as she hears familiar voices. Furiosa. Palmer. Azwel. She lets their anger and energy soak into her very being... and she lets it wash over her like warm waters.
Harley doesn't know what the others have faced... but can see how it affects them. How determined they all are. She is just as determined, for answers. And the only way she will see the truth is to keep her eyes open. Unclouded by anger.
She moves through the group again, looking for her place in the formation. A position where she can watch. Where she can fight. Where she can protect others, when their anger consumes them.
Harley Quinn has snapped before. She can see the fragments of mental stability pulling apart the others. And if she is the sane one in the group right now... they might all be doomed.