Thanking John, Kira sipped her water as she recovered from the shocking surge of pain in her ribs. It was slowly dawning on her that her discharge must have been way stronger than anything she had ever produced before during the smattering of times she had deliberately used her power, and the times it wasn’t deliberate. Her memory of the altercation with Garrison was hazy, and the nurse had told her it was because of concussion but Kira’s sluggish mind had also come to suspect the pain killers were partially to blame - not that she would prefer to be off them, obviously. The pain without them was unbearable.<br/>Because of this, or maybe in spite of it, Kira agreed that she should wait for her brother before John brought up the cadet thing again.<br/>“You know, I didn’t suddenly decide to go out and look for a super or anything.” She said hesitantly after a while of silence. “I was scared and, well I was shi**ing myself, but - I don't know.” Her eyes darted around uncertainly, she was clearly unable to articulate her thoughts. After a moment she just sighed.<br/>“I guess I saw him kill the police, and he was going to kill me for sure, and probably more people after that and who knows how many before.” Kira blurted out. “ I honestly really wanted to just run or hide. I just - I started fighting before I knew what I was doing. It’s like my body moved and there was nothing I could do to stop it.” She finished, sounding confused and unsure. Lying on the hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and paler than the snow that had started falling that day, she didn’t look like a selfless fighter who had gone toe-to-toe with a veteran murderous super, but just a little girl who looked unsure and overwhelmed.