Essentially frozen in place by the weight of the icon, Vina uses her newfound detective powers (and scanner) to try to figure out how to meld with the icon. Oh, it may not be a complete melding, for, as he said, it is incomplete. But she will try. Because they had best never possess it.
And she has the kind of heroic determination (hard-headedness) that journeys into Mordor.
When she first met the green ring, she had five aspects of the Hawks to prioritize. Number one was Detective and number two was Science.
Therefore, Vina, aided by the alien scanner, determines that the icon is not, in fact, heavy. It is not made of matter. It is, in fact, entirely transparent to energy, which means it cannot be sensed by radar or cameras. It is entirely a mental construct, made of some refined metal of the mind.
And whose mind, you ask? The scanner can't even see it, but a living mind studying it can determine that the mind which crafted this glyph had doubts, fears, hopes and even guilts, but was mostly composed of courage, honesty, altruism, and yes, a good bit of hard-headedness.
THAT's the point of similarity. Whoever tried to use the glyph before probably didn't have much of those qualities. In fact, he was probably a real jerk.
Some of the qualities inhering in the glyph are obscure to Vina, but that, she deduces, is because they're male qualities. Okay. Those are not available. But everything else ...
The glyph twists, thinning into a plate as most of its red mind-metal material liquefies and flows into Vina's veins. And no, it doesn't literally do that. It doesn't literally do anything. It's made of idea-stuff.
It also loses its burgeoning mass. Seems to weigh no more than a piece of paper, in fact. And the big machine dissolves into gray fog, as do the walls of the garage, and everyone in it. Except she can still see their skeletons, covered with wispy layers of blur, like morning fog clinging to the branches of trees ...
Except for Sinestro's yellow ring, and Atrocitus' red ring. Those are clear, sharp, bright, and colorful. Everything else is fading to shades of gray.
She can see the Flash's skeleton, blurring around outside.
And she can also see deep, deep into the Bat icon she's still got in her bag. It twinkles. It contains horror and fire, but also a whole, whole TRUCKLOAD of hard-headedness...
Libra says, "Excellent! The Cosmic Balance's fulcrum point wasn't too far away, after all -- the levelling is beginning!"
The other icons on the machine's stage warp, flatten and dim, going through the same changes as Vina's Superman icon. But these do not flatten out completely .. just about halfway, so they look like thin paperbacks.
Sinestro's yellow light, and Atrocitus' firey breath, lose intensity, and the shadows grow to claim the interior.
"What -- what's happening?" says Atrocitus. "I'm ... actually scared?"
"And I," says Sinestro, "am not. My ring has lost nearly half its charge ..."
"Ah, wil, ah'm right as rain," Mirror Master says. "A course ah never hed any syuper-paars te begin wi'. Aye me gadgets seem t'be workin' aright. Boot look there -- yon shoat's green glow's weakenin' right along wi'ye!"
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