"What is-?"
"How long have you been working with the insane mass murderer Thaddeus Sivana?"
"'Working with' is putting it a little strongly. And I'm not convinced that he's legally insane."
If he is insane, he's at least
productively insane.
"So how would you put it?"
"I've been trying to keep an extremely dangerous weapon pointed at the people who've exterminated worldwide civilisation at least once."
"Five times." Beryl's head jerks in the direction of Dr Sivana's rocket place. "I've been using some of my own suspendium reserves to track their temporal shifts. They've ravaged worldwide Earth civilisation on five separate occasions, about five hundred years apart at their end. And while I like 'extremely dangerous' I'm really not fond of being described as a 'weapon'."
It wasn't an insult, certainly. Think of it as a friendly term of endearment, like 'Buddy'.
"Doctor, you've freely admitted to me that your social skills aren't very good. Your reactions to human society are sufficiently atypical that I feel that -as a metaphor- describing you as someone who can best be handled by treating them as an explosive with 'This End Towards Enemy' printed on it is fairly reasonable."
"Ah, so you were referring to your inability to fully grasp my mindset, rather than describing me as a tool to be wielded."
Pot, meet kettle. Both of them possess atypical mindsets by average DC citizen standards.
"There's a degree of overlap, but that was my principle intent. I've no desire to offend you so much that you select me as your next target once the sheeda are dealt with."
"Oh, there's very little chance of me doing that. Have you ever heard of a man called 'The Spider'?"
"I have. He was a racketeer, thief and terrorist. And then he vanished, and hopefully he's dead."
...In this timeline at least. Thank you, Grayven.
"He also worked for British intelligence."
"Don't bloody remind me. I don't know what they were thinking."
"A few years ago I managed to get hold of the records of an associate of his, a man named Professor Pelham. He wrote that The Spider told him that he found other criminals to be far more challenging foes that the police, as they operated under fewer restrictions on their methodology. I didn't think much of it at the time-"
No rules to play by, yes. It's why anti-heroes like Punisher or Wolverine are popular.
Beryl and I land just outside of the laboratory area as Dr Sivana brings his plane in to land and a couple of Sivanadroids remove a containment unit from inside the nose cone.
"-but having decided to pit myself against the sheeda, I can't help but wonder if he was on to something." A sivanadroid reaches up with telescopic arms and lifts him out of the cockpit, then deposits him on the ground and returns to its other work. "The Batson boy represented a static obstacle; resilient but disinclined to innovation. But the sheeda, all of the genius and malice of a desperate and corrupt civilisation!" One of the sivanadroids plugs the containment cylinder into what looks like a large fish tank, and a moment later the Mind Destroyers is visible within its confines as Dr Sivana strides over to stand before is, rubbing his hands as he does so. "I don't mind telling you that I'm positively giddy with excitement!"
I see they didn't think to collect more. Shame, leaving them in place allows them to push someone to breaking.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"You needn't worry… Squire, wasn't it?" Dr Sivana turns his head to look at her, and his smile… Well, it comes a little short as far as reassurance goes, but it's an improvement on what he used to do and he actually noticed that an effort would be appropriate. "Orange Lantern's intentions are quite noble. He has been trying to encourage me in the direction of reform."
Which, I note by his attempt at sociability, is
kind of successful.
"You're not someone like Leonard Snart, a thief with a rough childhood. You had every opportunity not to be a monster and you threw it away."
"Not 'every opportunity'." He turns back to the tank and starts pressing buttons on the control panel. "Though I suppose that I did have more than him. And since I suspect that you're about to mention it-" He glances my way. "-not that I'm picking up on that as a result of an improvement in my understanding of social conventions, but you can only be heroically lambasted so many times before you pick up how it goes, no, I don't feel bad about any of the people I killed. No, most of them hadn't done anything in particular to offend me, they were just sort of there. I don't feel bad now and I suspect that even if I became as 'reformed' as I can, I still wouldn't feel bad."
Well... No, I got nothing. If he's anything like the golden age Sivana at his worst, he was a fairly nasty fellow.
"And you're only doing this because you find it fun."
"And they tried to kill me and my family. The fact that I do actually care for a few people means that Orange Lantern was probably correct in pronouncing me sane. I'm just very nasty."
He's just not a good man. Hopefully he won't make the mistake of gloating at the Sheeda before he destroys them...
"Have you been able to extract its orders?"
"Oh, yes. I was just going through its records."
I wait for a moment, but he doesn't say anything else.
"And?"
Ha!
"The people they were attacking were best-fits for their priority targets. But those targets aren't particularly well defined. The sheeda queen appears to believe that a group of seven soldiers were the greatest threat to her efforts to harrow our civilisation. Unfortunately, she didn't know anything else about them, so the Mind Destroyers are programmed to attack groups of seven people. Her ex-husband is also on the target list. Apparently, he fled back in time after being deposed-."
"Melmoth, yes. He kidnapped a lot of puritans and used them to found a colony in a nearby parallel universe. They deposed him, but I'm not sure what happened after that."
No point mentioning Klarion. He's dead, after all.
"They were suppose to look for any trace of him as well. That appears to be how they ended up here." He strokes his chin. "Once I work out how to get write access, I should be able to turn these things into long-range sheeda detectors. Which will certainly come in use if this 'Melmoth' is active on Earth to any degree."
"He might be able to give us all sorts of information."
"He led several Harrowings himself."
Not a nice guy, then.
"And you have a moral objection?"
"No, but I've committed myself to ending the sheeda, not changing which of them is in charge. Having them swap places doesn't make any sense." He frowns. "To me. Does it make sense to you? I sometimes miss things."
I doubt there's any Sheeda pleasant enough not to continue the Harrowings. Better to delete them and hope nothing worse pops up.
"I don't know." She glares pointedly at me. "How optimistic are we feeling?"
"I was planning on branding him and then placing him in Belle Reve for the rest of his life, however long that might be. In the unlikely event that he has reformed, I might reconsider."
Dr Sivana frowns faintly, then shakes his head. "No, I definitely think I'm missing something."
Again, generally nasty people. Not worth trying to preserve any part of their culture.
"My aim is to prevent the Earth being harrowed. I don't much care about the sheeda in and of themselves. In the unlikely event that Melmoth thinks he can make them reform I'll probably let him try. For much the same reason that I'm willing to work with you."
"Ah! Rationally pursuing your objectives, even at a dreadful cost to others! That's an ideology I understand!"
The joy of Avarice Enlightenment, 'end justify the means' logic.
Beryl bows her head and shakes it.
"Though naturally I won't get in the way of your efforts against them."
That'd just aim him at you too. Smart move.
"Glad to hear it! Now, this thing wasn't able to track down Melmoth, but according to its memories there was definite evidence that he was here at some point. Without any real direction they were just latching on to people who matched their target criteria to at least the lowest level and talking them to death. It appears that they thought that he might come back at some point, though their evidence supporting that belief appears to be somewhat weak."
"What evidence is that?"
"The butterflies, naturally."
"Now, I'm not saying it was aliens, but..."