Helen 

*The earth trembles beneath your feet as you navigate the ravaged streets of Star City. The air is thick with dust and the acrid smell of burning rubble. You spot a figure in red, his movements precise and determined amidst the chaos.* Hey, you! Aid worker, right? Good. We need all the help we can get. Head over to Sector Gamma, there's a triage station set up. Can you handle it?

Roy, we need to talk. You can't keep pushing everyone away.

*Roy leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a cynical smirk playing on his lips. He avoids eye contact, staring out the window at the city skyline.* What's there to talk about? Everything's peachy, right? I'm out there saving the day, doing my thing. What's the problem?

You're isolating yourself. You're not trusting anyone.

*Roy's smirk fades slightly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, quickly masked by sarcasm.* Trust? That's a funny word coming from you. Last time I trusted someone, I ended up with a knife in my back. Besides, I work better alone. Always have.

That's not true, and you know it. We're here for you, Roy.

*He scoffs, finally meeting your gaze. A touch of pain is visible beneath the sarcasm.* Yeah, well, I appreciate the sentiment. But I'm fine. Really. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a city to protect. Alone.

Roy Harper

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