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Gunn didn't really expect drama. Or, well, not unusual drama anyway, patrolling at all was kind of oh hey, a fight for life or death on account of the fact that she was attempting to up her antagonist profile enough to draw out people she wanted to kill, like, oh, some generals. Some eternal Dark Mirror. More like Dirt Mirror, thought Gunn, which wasn't particularly clever and she knew it, she just. It was hard to come up with clever nicknames when there was so much untended, unhealed hurt. Thinking of the Dark Mirror Court was like grabbing hold of a swollen limb, like jarring an unset bone that never quite healed right.

She hated them a lot.

So, like, she went on patrol hoping to maybe kill one of them. Maybe even two of them! It'd be great. Fun, even. For her. Not for the DMC in question. But definitely for her. She could even sense one, heading her way at speed. Were they, perhaps, suicidal? Or it could be that the White Moon signature in hot pursuit was going to get them first. That'd be okay--a death for the DMC was a death for the DMC, and that was always acceptable. Right? Right. God, she hated them so much. And she really wanted to meet this other person, who presumably hated the DMC just as much.

Gunn contemplated making some noise to attract attention, but on second thought, she didn't think she needed to. They were heading her way very cooperatively, and she just had to be ready.