“By insulting him, you are insulting me. I do the exact same thing as he does. Except I’m cooler.” Dinah added onto the end of her statement with a small laugh. Dinah’s smile faded slowly as he spoke. “I’m not that person anymore.” Dinah murmured. She was still a fighter and she was a ‘superhero’ in the terms of everyone else but she wasn’t Waller’s agent anymore. Dinah looked at him before she spoke. “You know as much as I do that I’d want to be put down.” She responded. “I’m just saying, Rick, this is personal for you. You have to be prepared that not all of us might make it. Including her.”
Frankly, Richard found Dinah’s ideals hypocritical, as she boasted about sparing lives while expressing a willingness to kill a villain like Enchantress and, by extension, the innocent civilian June Moone. It took discipline, but the Colonel kept this opinion to himself like he was swallowing down a dense pill. However honest he preferred to be, especially around friends, it would do him no good to strike a cord with Lance. Not until this matter was finished. She saw through him. Didn’t take the front that this was just for Doctor Moone’s sake. Rick took no pleasure in appearing selfish. He still wasn’t used to facing such harrowing, impossible, tasks for his own benefit. “I’m prepared.” Was all Flag said, his commanding voice creeping between the low tone, as if his reason shouldn’t be questioned further. Though, deep down, he realized he very much wasn’t prepared to lose her. Not while hope still lingered..