Mandy’s exasperation is evident. “Look at your costume. Look at it. I don’t understand you. Panix throws a lightning-ball at you, and you just stand there and let it hit you. Why? Why not, you know, dodge? You didn’t know what that thing was!”
“That’s why I let it hit me.”
She throws up her hands and stalks out of the room, as aggressively as she can in those stiletto heels.
Later, snuggled against each other, I explain in whispers. “It’s a Cape thing. I have to know who’s stronger.”
She looks up, doe-eyed, teary. “Even if it kills you?”