People rush by. Mary-Sue really doesn't pay much attention, green eyes staring ahead. Staring without seeing. A type of dissociation that comes with guilt. Even Mary-Sue will admit that she's never particularly been strong. She's just been a survivor. Maybe if she was stronger she wouldn't have fallen to the throes of addiction, maybe she wouldn't even be having these moments. Where she sits here, contemplates how she could have saved someone. Watches the world in this timeline. Takes a deep breath in. The world flickers, ear drums ringing, watches in another timeline. They're alive in that timeline. Maybe she could pull them through --

No. Each timeline is only meant for one of each person. Swapping timelines is detrimental. She knows that.   Yet, she sits here, unmoving, still as every body rushes by.  Eyes watery.  Because she knows.  Everyone that thinks they're nothing, that thinks they aren't important, that feels useless --   doesn't deserve that.  They deserve a chance to live.  Not just survive,  not just trying to make it to another day.  But to live.   She's fine with nobody particularly paying attention to her right now.   It's not about her,  it's about the life lost in a senseless gunfight that she couldn't stop.  They don't know she's the vigilante that tries to stop all this --

Mary-Sue is exactly just that awkward chick that works at a bakery. Making mediocre cookies and cinnamon buns and helping mediocre middle aged guys with their coffe like they don't know how to make it.  Mary-Sue blinks.  A tear makes it's way down her cheek.  She still just sits on the bench around the corner from the shoot-out.  It's just that the tear didn't particularly make it too far.  She really wasn't expecting anyone to pay attention to her,  so pardon the jerk back.  Where her body leans backward,  nostrils flaring,  coming back to herself and society,  head turning to find the culprit.

Oh.  Okay.   Not culprit.  Absolutely not culprit.  Give her a couple more seconds,  she just stares at Kara.   Finally Mary-Sue raises a hand to slide across Kara's palm.  Hold Kara's hand in place.    "I couldn't save him."