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Each step is hard, and every stare is painful. But Shayera Hol holds her head high and keeps her back straight.
It's really, really easy to imagine that every pair of eyes in the cafeteria is turned her way and is yelling silently, Traitor. In fact, on the five or six masked faces most of them she has never seen in her life there's a mix of mildly cold curiosity and indifference. The gossip that started when she walked in died down abruptly when Diana strode out, the dessert on her tray unfinished. Her blue eyes were the perfect picture of royal crushing contempt, the last words she said to Shayera echoing in the former Hawkgirl's head.
"I should leave you to burn."
Shayera stared back, unflinching.
Whispers start again as she sits down at an empty table and resolutely keeps her gaze steadily in front of her, keeping her hands from shaking with sheer iron resolve.
You knew it was going to be hard. You can face this.
It's only a cafeteria, filled with