Are you really Aeno’s grandma?” said Trickshot, staring at the Oracle in disbelief.
The Oracle looked at Trickshot, pain and anger in her eyes. “Yes, I am.”
“Why didn’t you mention that to me when we first met?” said Trickshot. “You being Aeno’s grandmother explains everything but also raises, like, a million questions.”
“As I said, the Oracle doesn’t wish to take responsibility for the consequences of her own prophecies,” said Sigil. “She hated the idea of her grandson growing up to be a monster that would destroy the multiverse. Rather than making peace with that fate, however, she chose to pull away and seek ways to subvert it. The typical reaction of the weak to the knowledge of inescapable destiny, very much like you and the other heroes, in fact.”
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