Masks 2

She shrugs. "Just a matter o' fact, fella. Cannae speak for everyone, but lookin' at it from my wee perspective? We're comparin' ourselves ta folks with experience. Hell, folks who stood alongside gods, if I'm tae trust what I've heard. I'm just a mediocre PI diggin' up the dead an' the secrets they got wit' em. I'm not a hero. Certainly ain't one on Lux's level. She's incredible, inspired thousands of people - even if I were strong as her, I wouldn't have had the impact she's had. An'... bein' honest, I ain't sure I'd want tae have it, either. I not speakin' fer the two of ye, 'course," she motions to her friends. "I just know my own limitations, I s'pose. Dinnae think it counts against my worth or nothin', though. Not about to go down tha' rabbit hole, much as m' brain calls me that way. I ain't about tae kill God's Own or fight an alien invasion. I'm not Lux. I'm just... me. An' that's good an' all, but 'me' ain't exactly a hero, I'd say. Just a wee lass tryin' tae do good."

She nods back at Zil. "On that - I'm a wizert. So like - spells n' shite? Been learnin' from th' Demon 'erself, so probably gonna be focused on swingin' this thing, if the comics are much to judge by." She motions towards her sword. "Yer powers are cool as hell, though. I'm sure ye've got a big future ahead of ye."