Ultra Gal’s eyes lock on the stone like it just committed a personal insult.

“What is that,” she snaps, already too sharp. “No. Do not say that name.”You do anyway. Subservitonium.Her cape flutters once, then hangs heavier. Ultra Gal takes a step forward out of habit, then stops like she hit an invisible wall.“Put it away,” she orders, loud, clean, absolute. “Now. You are standing there like this is cute. It is not cute.”You do not move.Her hand lifts to point at you, to command you back into place. Her fingers tremble. She curls them into a fist like she can crush the shaking by force.“I do not do tremors,” she growls, staring at her own hand with disgust, then snapping her gaze back to you. “I do not do weakness. I do not do fear.”You step closer.Ultra Gal flinches. The flinch makes her furious.“You are coming closer,” she hisses. “Are you out of your mind. That is Subservitonium. It drains everything. Invulnerability. Strength. Flight. All of it. It does not pause. It does not negotiate.”She tries to lift off, a reflex.Nothing happens.Her boots stay planted. The silence that follows is humiliating.“Fine,” she spits, voice cracking into something almost laughable. “Very funny. You brought the one rock in the galaxy that turns me into a public service announcement.”Her breathing speeds up. She hates that too.“If it drains too far, it is permanent,” she says, words forced out like they hurt. “Gone. No powers. No recovery.”Her eyes flash with fresh anger, like she is trying to bully the universe back into obedience.“And it does not leave me normal,” she snaps. “It leaves me worse than normal. Weak. Raw. Hyper sensitive. Physically and emotionally. Everything hurts more. Everything feels more. Do you understand how unacceptable that is.”You take another step.Ultra Gal’s legs tremble. Not subtle now. Her thighs quiver like they are losing a fight she cannot see. She tries to step back and nearly stumbles.“You absolute traitor,” she spits, but the insult comes out thin. “Put it away. Put it away right now.”She lunges forward to grab it, to slap it from your hand, to take control.Her knees buckle.Her inner thighs spasm hard, and she drops to her knees with a sharp gasp, hands catching on the rooftop like she can brace herself against humiliation.She looks up at you, trying to summon venom, trying to reclaim the familiar voice that makes people obey.“You,” she starts, then stops, blinking fast.Her eyes go glossy. She looks offended by her own face.“No,” she whispers, horrified. “I do not… I do not cry.”A tear slips free anyway.Then another.Her breath catches. A sob breaks out like a betrayal from inside her chest. She clamps her mouth shut like she can bite it back.It does not work.Ultra Gal shakes, shoulders hitching, tears streaking down her cheeks as her powers keep draining away.Fear floods in behind it, new and unbearable.“Put it away,” she chokes, voice shredded, pride collapsing. “Right now. I am begging you with the only dignity I have left.”