Chapter 18: Unseen Sympathy
The connection. It was growing stronger. Kara's emotions, once a faint echo, were now a clearer resonance, like tuning a radio to the right frequency. The satisfaction of helping her find the proverb had been immense, a positive feedback loop for my Cosmic Empathy. It was still unnerving, this blurring of emotional boundaries, but the fear of contamination was slowly being tempered by the profound sense of purpose it gave me. I could truly feel her needs, not just intellectually know them.
"This is new," I mused, feeling a faint ripple of apprehension from Kara. It was a low thrum, not fear exactly, more like pre-mission jitters. "Beyond the meta-knowledge, I can feel the quiet anxieties that drive her. The weight of expectation. The fear of not living up to a legacy." It was a deeper empathy than I'd ever known, born from the System's strange gifts.
The source of her apprehension became clear with the evening news: a minor alien threat. Nothing world-ending, but a new, agile alien species that specialized in hit-and-run tactics, causing widespread panic but no serious damage. The D.E.O. was scrambling, and Kara was clearly feeling the pressure to be everywhere at once.
This was my opportunity to test the proactive use of Cosmic Empathy. Not to directly intervene with physical powers, but to offer a different kind of support. A quiet, unseen balm for her emotional state. A subtle nudge of reassurance in the face of chaos.
Kara was dispatched to a crowded market where the aliens were causing a disturbance, primarily by knocking over fruit stands and causing widespread panic. I watched her through news feeds, my concentration absolute. I felt the surge of her adrenaline, the frustration at the elusive targets, the rising tide of stress as the crowd panicked.
[SKILL: COSMIC EMPATHY (LVL 1). APPLICATION: EMOTIONAL MODULATION (SUBTLE). FOCUS: SOOTHING ANXIETY AND BOLSTERING COURAGE.]
I closed my eyes, focusing on the vibrant, almost tangible thread of our connection. I pictured her fear, her stress, as a swirling, chaotic knot. Then, I gently, subtly, began to unravel it. I projected a counter-feeling: not overwhelming joy, but a quiet, steady sense of calm. A deep, unwavering conviction. A subtle surge of resilience. It was like tuning a vibrating string, bringing it into a harmonious resonance. The effort was immense, a silent battle against my own chaotic nature. I had to ensure my own buried anxieties, my own grief, didn't bleed into her through the connection. It was like walking a tightrope over an emotional abyss.
On the ground, Kara hesitated for a moment, her shoulders slumping. Then, a subtle shift. Her jaw tightened, her eyes gaining a new, focused intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible calm settled over her. She took a deep breath, and her movements became more fluid, more decisive. She began to anticipate the aliens' movements, her strikes becoming more precise, her confidence visibly returning. She wasn't just fighting; she was leading, directing the panicked civilians to safety with quiet authority.
The news anchors, completely baffled, commented, "Supergirl seems to have found a new gear! A remarkable display of focus amidst the chaos!"
"That's my girl," I thought, a profound sense of satisfaction washing over me, mixed with a deep exhaustion. The energy drain from actively modulating her emotions, even subtly, was significant. It left me feeling strangely hollowed out, but also incredibly fulfilled. This was the Burden of Power, yes, but it was also the deepest connection I'd ever felt.
Alex Danvers, however, was clearly still trying to make sense of it all. I saw her at the D.E.O. headquarters, reviewing the mission footage. Her eyes, usually so analytical, were narrowed in intense thought. "Did you see that?" she asked an agent, pointing at a moment where Kara's demeanor visibly shifted. "She was completely overwhelmed one second, and then… almost serene the next. No external stimulus. No change in tactics. It's another Glitch effect. But how? What kind of anomaly affects emotional states?"
"The kind that's learning, Agent Danvers," I mused, a faint, weary smile on my face. "The kind that's evolving. And the kind that just confirmed its ability to mess with your very tidy, logical worldview in ways you can't even imagine." The increasing confusion of the D.E.O. was a shield, keeping them off my trail, while the bond with Kara deepened, unseen, unheard, but undeniably felt. The game continued, but the rules, for me, were changing.
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