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"Most likely. Reality altering powers. Immense cosmic power. A true form so vast most mortal minds could not comprehend it." Nike too holds a true form but it is not large. She is nothing but a tiny spark of light. A bottom tier avatar of Justice and nothing more. Her form is as mass produced as the Ghosts underneath their protective shells. She hasn't lifted her head since Blaze touched her. Though her hair hides much of her face her mouth is still twisted with her self hatred and disgust for her own actions.

"I told him..." Nike takes a breath. "I told him it was irresponsible to pretend to be as mortals. That his whimsy nigh guaranteed no one would pay him the respect his kind deserve and all too often demand of mortals. But I know what he is. And I would treat him as he ought to be. He did not wish to hear it. Did not want to admit there was such...light years of differential in the power of himself over those he mingles with."

"I cannot be his friend. I am incapable of being powerful or important enough to ever be anything within a marginal estimate of an equal to him. And...what's more. I realized in chastising him that I was no better. For I too have strived to pretend to be mortal. To lie to the people around me. I fear I will never fit in the way I imagined I would."