#just a stream-of-consciousness as he's flying back from the sun in that space between GL1990 145 and 146]

[dramatisperscnae]

kyle's first moments as ion in the hand of god arc. i know it's a difficult one, i knkw.

[Send me a scene from my muse's canon to rewrite from their perspective || accepting]

There's so much. So much sensation, so much knowledge, so much power. It nearly ripped me apart, almost did, until I realized.

One is all. All is one.

It's strange, falling back to a line from a manga, but it's also somehow fitting that something so small supports something this huge. A perfect representation.

One is all. All is one. I am a part of everything, and I am everything, everywhere, all at once. The power left behind, growing, recovering, rebuilding in the sun…it feels so natural now. Like breathing. Effortless. Reflexive. Who I was is gone now.

Gone, but not forgotten. He's still here, inside; the old Kyle, unsure and worried, trying to live up to a legend he barely knew. He'll always be here. And that's a good thing, I don't want to lose him. I shouldn't lose him. But he's not who I am now. Green Lantern isn't who I am now. There's another name, a new name, rising to the surface. A name that fits me better, fits what I've become better.

But I should get home. Jen's worried about me. So are the others. I can see them from here; it's strange, how easy that is, how effortless. But I can see them, before I'm even back inside the Earth's atmosphere, let alone back in New York or on the roof of John's building. They're worried. And shocked.

I can't blame them. I would be, too. I was, before I took this power fully. Before I harnessed it. Rode it. Let it fill me the way it always should have. They're not sure what to make of it, either. Hell, I'm not sure how to explain it to them.

So I won't. Not really. How can I, when there aren't words that exist yet to describe what happened? What's still happening? What I am, now? Nero claimed he'd be a god, but that's…that's not what this is. I'm not a god. I'm still a man, I'm still me, I'm just…more, now. I can hear more, see more, do more than I ever could before. It's incredible. And acting on it, using that knowledge, is so much easier than it ever was before. It's like this power I hold wants to help, and I'm just here to guide it along. To be a conduit, not a wielder.

They're scared, when I land. Unsettled. I still can't blame them. The last man to hold this power wasn't exactly the poster-boy for righteousness. No offense, Hal, but even you will admit that's true. It'll take them time to come around. To understand that this is different. That I am different. I'm not trying to use this power, except the way I used to use my ring; I'm just directing it.

It wants to help, to be used, and so I will. I can feel where it needs to go, where I need to go, and there's so many places, but that's not a problem. It's just multitasking. I'm there, where I'm needed, and I'm here where I'm needed too. It's incredible. It would almost be overwhelming - it is overwhelming, a little - except for the mundanities of work. My art, the deadlines I need to meet, food, coffee…they'll keep me grounded.

I'm glad Hal showed me the choice I had, but I know I made the right one. My life as Green Lantern was rough, sure, but worth it. My life as Ion is only just starting.