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She resigns from the Justice League.

She won't give any of them a chance to deliver the verdict, whether it's good or bad. She's become a tactless intruder, a stranger to the whole team. Even her former lover.

John Stewart. The Green Lantern. Ex-Marine. And a stubborn, hard-headed jackass. Also loyal to a fault.

Guess I proved that.

Superman's face is stoic, with twinges of sympathy evident on his features. He doesn't look like he wants to welcome her back with open arms, but she clings to the fact that he's usually one for giving second chances.

His broad shoulders are intimidating for (possibly) the first instance in the years she's known him. This time, he isn't on her side.

Why? Why did you jeopardize this? We were a team.

Wonder Woman's eyes are pillars of stone; she bores into Hawkgirl with her trademark glare. For once, Shayera feels a tug in her gut and lowers her own eyes. After all, betrayal's probably number one on the Amazon's list of seven deadly sins.

They have never been the best of friends, but she could always be sure that her teammate's loyalty was unwavering. Now that assurance is gone, fractured into shards of glass that threaten to pierce anyone who tries to make amends.

We never should have trusted you.

Flash fiddles with the edge of his mask. He'll meet her eyes for a brief second, and then look down again. She won't be able to cope if she finds out he voted for her to leave. He wouldn't have. They're friends. They're still friends. Screw it. She's leaving anyway. It shouldn't matter if she loses another comrade.

Hawkgirl, how could you do this? We're your friends. We've always been your friends.

J'onn is hard to read. His face stays set in that thoughtful, quiet stance of his, but he's just using it to mask the pain. She knows. She's an alien, too. It's the easiest thing to do in times like this: put up a front, don't let anyone in. They worked hard to build a bond. Everything is shattered now.

We cannot put this team or the world at risk again. I am sorry, Shayera, but I assure you, you will not be forgotten. We will remember your heroic deeds.

Batman. She doesn't want to look at him. She'd rather risk a glance at John than at Batman, and that's saying a lot. Mostly because she has no clue whether he voted to kick her out or keep her in the League. At least with John she has some inkling of how he voted. Or maybe he declined to vote at all. Knowing the Batman, he'd vote her in just to keep another one of his enemies closer.

That knowledge makes it hard to swallow, that she's no longer a friend, but an enemy. A traitor.

Some mistakes can't be forgiven.

She turns to leave, arms wrapped around her waist.

Flash stops her and tackles her with a hug before she can slip out of the room, away from their piercing gazes.

A friend. They are friends. Maybe one day she'll be able to walk among them, and be a hero again.