"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."
She shrugged and responded, “That’s not my problem. You’re not a human. Not a pure human, anyways. And that makes you an issue. I don’t need another child to babysit. I’ve already got my hands full with an entire city as it is.”
She hovered closer to her, looking down on her with contempt. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you come from. I don’t know your life story. And quite frankly, I don’t care. As long as you’re here, you’re just another burden.”
"I’m not a child!" She growled to cover how much her comments hurt. "And don’t worry, I can take care of myself. No sob stories, no going to you for help. I’ll handle myself, you handle yourself. Our paths won’t even cross."
Of course, this was Bravowoman, so she couldn’t help but add, “For now, at least. Until the day comes for our duel. Then we shall meet again to see who the true hero, the real most powerful one, is.”
She sneered at her claim of being able to take care of herself. Sure. Bravowoman powers or not, purple beings seemed to get into more trouble than anyone else around here. She was about to comment on it, but instead broke out into an amused, condescending smirk.
“‘The true hero’? Oh. I see how it is. Yet another desperate copycat with a fragile ego and something to prove. Your entire reason for being, your whole purpose in life is to destroy any who would stand in your way on your quest for recognition and glory.”
She slowly floated closer to her, a vicious gleam in her eye. “Do you honestly think that defeating one of the only useful heroes in Namco City will gain you any love or appreciation? Do you think that people will cheer your name as you stand over my broken and beaten body? Or is it fear and hatred that you desire? What will you do when you defeat me? Kick me out of the city? Take my powers for your own? Kill me? Or do you think we’ll magically become the best of friends and I’ll happily tag along like some dopey, adoring sidekick and cheerleader?”
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. “I’d like to see you try, little girl. I’m willing to bet your limbs aren’t stretchy like the other Antis. I look forward to the day when I snap every bone in your body like twigs and rip your arms and legs straight out of your torso.”
She frowned and looked down, closing in on herself. “No…”
What was even the point of keeping up the whole act anymore, she wondered. It’d already messed up a lot of stuff in her old universe. Sure, she probably couldn’t become friends with this Bravowoman like she’d like, but maybe she could avoid being killed by her with some honesty. “I don’t really want to fight you. But it’s what I’m supposed to do, isn’t it? What I was made to do? ‘Kill your double’ and all that? I don’t know, I guess that’s what I always figured. It seemed to be what everyone was telling me.”
She looked her over, analyzing her body language and tone before letting her guard down a little. She allowed her anger and hostility to fade away to neutrality once more, but was prepared to defend herself if this new Anti tried to fake her out and make a move.
"I don’t know how things work where you come from, but I can take a guess. And I’ll tell you right now, here, I AM the double. The copy. The shadow. One of them, anyways. I came before Bravoman, but he’s the one who got lucky and became the famous beloved hero, while I got shoved to the side and compared to him, considered an extension of him, skulked around and got things done in the shadows while he got all the attention and recognition. And you know what? That’s the way it should be."
She looked away, eyes scanning the dirty streets and crumbling buildings below. “You don’t have to be what people tell you what they THINK you should be. If I conformed to what people expected of me, I’d be Bravoman’s giggly, brainless arm candy. Literally just a female version of him. Just because we have similar names and suits doesn’t mean we have to be the same person trying to fill in the same spot. We’re unique people. We forge our own destinies, carve out our own names and identities. It’s time you broke away and found out who you are, don’t you think?”