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First published June 2, 2018
"his paw swept in from behind and slammed it shut. She turned impatiently to face him “I don’t have time for this, Freddy.”
“Then don’t argue, You’d better come back with release papers.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Again, she tried to lift the door.
Again, he banged it down “Prove to me,” he said in a soft, ominous growl, “that you care about your safety, Ana. Or be prepared for the lengths to which I will go to keep you safe.”
Faust was still there, only somewhat less formally dressed, sitting beside her bed and watching her monitors.She didn’t think she said anything, but it was a dream and he looked at her anyway. “Are you awake?” he asked in that detached, distracted way of his. She nodded. “No,” he said, brushing the hair back from her brow. “No, you’re dreaming. I see you dreaming. You’re quite safe, you know, when you dream of me.” She nodded again, comforted, and drowsed to the feel of his thin, cool fingers tracing every line of hurt carved into her face.
“Ana, will you do something for me?” he inquired. “Here, in your dream, where it doesn’t really matter.” She mumbled something vaguely affirmative. Her throat hurt too much to form words.
He understood and suddenly his face swept in close as he leaned over her. His voice—Freddy’s voice—was a thunder in her skull, a whisper in her ear: “Tell me who did this to you.”


"I have a certain amount of experience with notoriety, myself, Miss Stark, and feel that I am uniquely qualified to advise you on the subject. Over the years, I have developed the philosophy that we do not build the pedestals of our own reputations. They are built for us, by those in whom we inspired the strongest feelings. Not the warmest, mind you, but the strongest. And strong feelings do not require facts to build upon. Where there is no brick, the architects of your reputation will grasp at whatever mud and straw they can find, for their intent is not to create a sound structure, but to see you fall. Therefore, if you would be revenged, do not fight them. Struggle only destabilizes your position and splatters the mud about. Ascend, stand tall, and compliment those who wallow in the muck of their own making on the glorious view they have provided you."
"I don't have issues," said Ana, genuinely surprised and a little irritated. "It is what it is. I don't have to be all choked up and neurotic for the rest of my fucking life just because my lousy childhood happened. Your mom sucked, too, but you're over it, right?"
"Um, I'm a socially-maladpative recovering addict with a recurrent panic disorder, low self-esteem, and a crippling fear of both success and failure, which as you can imagine made me super-employable and even better at running my own business, so obviously, yeah, I'm completely over it."
"You're fine," Ana snapped.
"I'm not fine," he laughed. "I'm aware I'm not fine, which I guess is a good start, and I work at it every day to try and be better, but I'm not fine. Even the best parents can mess up a kid when they're not trying to, and when they are?".
Yoshi squirmed uncomfortably, pulling a bottle of soda over between them like a shield. "I'm just a guy. But...before it all went bad for her, Grandma told me something. I'd been whining about how, you know... I'd squandered my genius and thrown away everything my folks worked for. All that crap. And she just had no time for that. Gave me a whap upside the head and told me everyone had the power to use what they had - no matter what they had - to do good, and as long as I was doing that, it didn't matter whether I worked as NASA or McDonald's. And she was right, you know. It's not just nurses and crimefighters and billionaire philanthropists that change the world, it's comic book artists and video game developers and the ordinary people who can be inspired by them."
If someone had offered to delete her from existence - not kill her, she didn't want to due, but just undo the Great Mistake of her birth - she'd have happily pushed the button herself.
Away from mammon, city-traffic was full of commuters who were all convinced they were going to heaven and didn't mind who they took with them.