Flashes of light, of color, blue through the cover of darkness was shown to her. Haunting her dreams, as nameless, faceless people fought against something she couldn't entirely make. It burned into her mind, causing the struggling empathy to feel that much worse. The way it called out to her, but she couldn't do anything about it. More so that there wasn't even an absolute that this was a real thing or that it would happen anytime soon. Her visions were random and they weren't to be trusted as this absolute. But the feelings, she couldn't let it go. There was too much going on, too much to risk, too much at stake. There always was, but these were lives. There were innocent people in all of this, and it wasn't simply hero and villain.
The struggles of Rachel's were already tugging at Raven, the battle in her head. Stay out of it. Stay out of it because these people, they could handle themselves. This wasn't how things should be. When were they though? If none of them care about you, why put yourself out there for them? It only makes it worse later. It was selfish, but she was still hurt, still feeling as though she had lost something. And she was beginning to see why. To have a family, memory after memory of a family in your head, where there wasn't really one. Where they didn't act like a family here either. What good was it here, except as a namesake? For all the power she held now, she would give it all away for the chance at being normal. Giving this one person she was sharing so much with a chance at this again. For all this power, she was good for very little. A conduit for the next destination. It wouldn't matter soon.
Once those that shouldn't be here, they were out in their own numbers. She could feel the shift in how things changed, responded. Empathy was too strong and there was nothing she could do but follow it. Look into what was bothering her so much.
It was under the cover of nightfall that she held the ability to do more. She could hover over the city and feel it still. Her own shadows shifting her world as it stood. Illusions that could be cast if she felt the need. Another piece of sky, who needed to see her? With the way she felt, projecting herself was a possible option, but she didn't like the idea of leaving her body behind. Trusting Tim never held a doubt, he simply wouldn't be able to wake her. And what if people came trying for him? What good was she then? A dead weight in the case that someone came for him. She knew how he would react, but her own uneasiness due to these visions and feelings, she had to know what was going on.
Catching onto the use of magic, it led to questions in that direction. Her own, very much intact. Different, given her own dark. This leading to other questions to be left posed as well. But she didn't want to be part of this. All she wanted to know was that people were alright. That innocent people weren't going to continue suffering. It hurt her, it hurt them both, and she couldn't handle this with the way Rachel had been so depressed. With the way she fought and isolated herself after everything.
Finding out what she did, she kept it to herself as she was asked. The prison that was noted, she didn't need all that others did. There was no abuse of abilities, no torment that could be caused by herself like this. She held back more than anyone with as much power as she had. Quiet and watchful as she followed her empathy through it, leaving it like a beacon. Until, there it was. If she had been any closer, she may as well have shoved her hand onto a smoldering iron. Less natural eyes stared, wind pushing against her in the dark as she hovered far out of reach. High in the sky as she stayed there, taking in everything. The pain, anguish, fear, anger, panic.
She knew better, knew with her own abilities that she could go in there. Make something better or get people out, but at what cost? She was still herself human. Still feasible to make a mistake. And something about this place, it felt even less natural than it should have been. The way that places here, they stood out, came from home and disappeared. This place was wrong. Water filled her eyes, as it all pushed at her, hood well placed over her head still. There was a suffocating feeling, that she had to look around, even through the dark sky as she was unable to catch sight of anything specific. No real causes, but something about those visions. It stuck with her.
Raven would make her offer, but she wouldn't go inside. The threat was too large, too great for herself. The gravity of this situation, it became deeper and more understood as it was felt, without even being explained. She couldn't shake the feelings, and not simply the ones that came from the building and island. But what had brought this? What was watching this here? She wouldn't put herself at risk in case it would somehow mean more pain for others.
She needed to get away from this place before she did something anyway.