[Brainy looks as if something is going to burst out of him as he speaks, but this is the first that someone's taken time to make it clear they really, truly understand.]
At one point in the Legion's history, there was a disaster with a space rift near Earth, caused by a malfunctioning stargate that exploded after it was tampered with by a race of conquering aliens known as the Blight. The Legion successfully shut down the rift before it destroyed Earth and the rest of the solar system, but a section of the Legion outpost broke off and fell through before it closed. Nine Legionnaires went missing in action, presumed dead for an entire year.
[His voice goes very dry.]
That presumption was...ill-informed. We survived, and though it took myself and my companions a year to navigate our way back to UP space from the Second Galaxy, all but two of us eventually found our way home.
[Though the loss of Jan and Monstress had been painful, the majority of the Lost Legionnaires had made it.]
I know better than anyone how unwise it is to give up hope, as one of the lost and as the sentient that was primarily responsible for engineering a way back to our galaxy. Getting my teammates home safely was my duty then and it still is now -- regardless of their original dimension of origin. You needn't worry about me having too much on my mind. [He taps his temple and smirks slightly, some of the arrogance shining through again.] 12th-level intellect, remember? There's a surplus of space.
[He'll carry these worries. It's his job. He's the sprocking smart one. "Self-note: Ensure displacee Legionnaires that were revived or otherwise taken from dangerous situations return home to their dimensions of origin unharmed" is already on the to-do list -- categorized with the same level of importance as "find missing teammates."]
I know that sometimes it's difficult to hold onto hope when it comes to these things...so I'll simply do it for all of you. I've had practice.
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At one point in the Legion's history, there was a disaster with a space rift near Earth, caused by a malfunctioning stargate that exploded after it was tampered with by a race of conquering aliens known as the Blight. The Legion successfully shut down the rift before it destroyed Earth and the rest of the solar system, but a section of the Legion outpost broke off and fell through before it closed. Nine Legionnaires went missing in action, presumed dead for an entire year.
[His voice goes very dry.]
That presumption was...ill-informed. We survived, and though it took myself and my companions a year to navigate our way back to UP space from the Second Galaxy, all but two of us eventually found our way home.
[Though the loss of Jan and Monstress had been painful, the majority of the Lost Legionnaires had made it.]
I know better than anyone how unwise it is to give up hope, as one of the lost and as the sentient that was primarily responsible for engineering a way back to our galaxy. Getting my teammates home safely was my duty then and it still is now -- regardless of their original dimension of origin. You needn't worry about me having too much on my mind. [He taps his temple and smirks slightly, some of the arrogance shining through again.] 12th-level intellect, remember? There's a surplus of space.
[He'll carry these worries. It's his job. He's the sprocking smart one. "Self-note: Ensure displacee Legionnaires that were revived or otherwise taken from dangerous situations return home to their dimensions of origin unharmed" is already on the to-do list -- categorized with the same level of importance as "find missing teammates."]
I know that sometimes it's difficult to hold onto hope when it comes to these things...so I'll simply do it for all of you. I've had practice.