“How did you find me?” Miss Judgement asked.
“That doesn’t matter,” Kay replied. “It’s time we had a chat.”
“About what, exactly?” Miss Judgement asked.
Kay glanced back at Angela for a second, then returned his gaze to the superhero.
“I want to turn myself in,” he said.
“What?” Angela and Miss Judgement snapped simultaneously.
Angela stepped forward.
“Kay, you can’t—”
He held his hand up toward her, palm out. She changed back to normal, her powers suppressed.
“It’s over, Angie,” he said. “I can’t do this anymore. I thought if I just kept my nose clean, I could put my past behind me, but I was wrong. I’ve been running so long and I’ve just… had enough.”
“But… I just got you back,” Angela said. “I can’t lose you again.”
“I’m sorry, this is just how it has to be,” he said. “I made this bed for myself a long time ago. I need to take responsibility for my actions.”
“I don’t accept that,” Angela said. “We had a plan. It can still—”
He squeezed her shoulder.
“Stop,” he said. “That’s a line neither of us can ever cross. I won’t be the asshole who lets his sister become a criminal for him.” He turned to the superhero. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
Miss Judgement took a step forward.
“Lily,” Ross said.
She glanced back over her shoulder.
“No,” she said. “This isn’t like last time.”
“Isn’t it?” he asked.
Miss Judgement—Lily—sighed and spoke that alien word. She shrank back to her petite, shorthaired form, her costume hanging loosely from her body.
“Just go,” she said to Kay.