Wonder Woman is peering out the door into the stars-and-stairs, trying to figure out whether they should attempt to find their way back to the door.

Oh, no, it's fine if you can't write, she's sure she'll be able to find room to get the write-power back when she needs it.  Just reading what's already there, dear.  Could you do that?

She has been reminded!  Thank you!  ((...She remembered this one on her own, sure, but the Gift still did a good job!))

"...The Tower of Fate is capable of semi-autonomously directing visitors, I believe.  But I'd like to look at the stars for a little while.  I think it may help me with something."

♫ I wanna know what love is... ♫

Oh, hush, you.

Well, that's mildly ominous. But only mildly.

"Alright — I feel a bit awkward waiting around while Mr. Nelson is ... busy. But I don't mind taking a few minutes to admire the view. It is an impressive sight."

Oh.  Yes.  That does make sense.

"It really is, and - that's why it might help with this.  There's seven colors in the Emotional Spectrum, is the thing, and as it is, I can only reliably-enough find my way to six of them, without - external conditions cooperating."

Oh, for goodness sake, [REDACTED] and/or whatever semiautonomous process is responsible for the music in her head, Queen is good, but while this is love they're looking for, it's hardly romance that they expect to find in it.

"And, to be honest, I have approximately zero interest in opening myself up to the sort of yandere nonsense you get out of sufficiently poorly aligned Star Sapphires, even though I like to believe I'm probably a better person than that.  So I'm.  Mm.  Trying to think about love.  What it is, what it means, what it could be.  Whether admiration of the world's beauty is as much a metaphysically valid sort of love as love for a person.

"I know someone who would make a much better Violet Lantern than I could ever hope to be, if I'm honest."  She blinks back inexplicable - or perhaps merely unexplained - tears.  "I wish I could give her this, with all my heart.  But - she is not here, not possessed of this power as she should be," (- the world is wrong -), "and I am.  So I must do what small part I can, to - do as she would do, care as she would care, help as she would help - as she has helped me, and many other souls besides."

...She needs to sit down.  Oh.  Thank you, stairs.  That was very helpful of you, to be there when she needed something to sit down on.

(The second part to that little - aphorism, perhaps - though, the one it's hard to remember sometimes, is that the world is (still) beautiful.  That in this world, that in the world they are from, there are still people who both can and will Love, firmly, unconditionally, in a way that makes things better.  That even in a(n alternate) world apparently made from Anti-Life Equation (one she's only heard about peripherally), All Things Strive.)

"...Hah.  I will not go to space today.  ...That was not a statement of having intended to try, to be clear.  I don't even have appropriate PPE.  It was just...  The thing that fell out of my brain when I looked for something to say about the hidden immensity of the task I've set myself."

"Still, I...  Think I have somewhere to start."

Wonder Woman has very little of that context! But she can still sit down next to Wildcard on the stairs.

"I have problems with some types of love too," she admits. "I've never really gotten eros — it has never seemed as ... important to me, as it is to my sisters, or to the people of man's world. But I have been blessed with a life full of philia, and, as I come to better know myself and grow into my own person, philautía. And, having tasted of these things, I strongly suspect that whatever aspect of love resonates with you will suffice."

...She dabs at her eyes for a moment.

"...Thank you."

Wonder Woman is, maybe-approximately, ace and/or demi.  Huh.  Neat.  Good for her.

"I don't believe I know all of the translations of those words, but I get the gist.

"...Personally, I've never been quite sure I know what modern English calls romantic love even is, beyond the ostentatious gestures capitalism stuffs down our throats.  And really, how different is a dozen roses from 'I saw this and thought of you'?"

"...I'm still going to give whoever called the Violet Spectrum Entity The Predator a right shellacking if I ever get the chance.  Whoever approved that should be fired."  From a cannon.  Into the sun.

"English does seem like an imprecise language, when it comes to discussing philosophical matters. Half the vocabulary is borrowed from Greek and has its nuance mangled, and the other half is invented from whole cloth by writers who wouldn't know concision if it bit them," she laments. "Although, personally I do not think that even those who are revered for understanding love can explain it in words plain enough for mortal ears."

"No, I suppose it wouldn't be that easy.  And, well.  My apologies on behalf of English, it has a horrible habit of following other languages down dark alleys and mugging them for spare vocabulary.  Only language I know of that has the concept of a spelling bee."

"And as much as the philosophers might understand love, DC editorial absolutely fucking does not.

"I mean, honestly, if you think about it for five seconds, treating people like collectable objects that you Must Have Because You So-Called Love Them is avarice, not love!  Who approved that?!  And then there's the misogyny of the Zamarons - the equivalent of Oa, for the Violet - being the only 'female' Maltusians we get, and, just — augh!  Why were they like this?

"And there was a fucking reboot, they didn't have to stick with all the weird design choices made in the fucking fifties or whenever they decided that the first time -"

"...But I rather digress, and, well.  You're right that it would be kind of impolite to stick around in Mr. Nelson's home when he had to go out."

She is ... vaguely uncomfortable with the idea that reality can be rebooted, actually. She's getting more used to the idea that an editorial board could be involved in the fundamental laws of physics, though.

"Right. Tower, would you show us — Oh, thank you."

Wonder Woman leads the way to the door, stopping in the sitting room to leave a calling card for Mr. Nelson.

"...If I'm getting too, uh, weird or whatever, for you, just, like, feel free to tell me.  I guess.  I.  Apparently have a lot of opinions about the Violet Light and a burning desire to smash the Star Sapphire with a hammer.  Made of love.  Because the Star Sapphire is.  So fucked up.  But that's not something I can do anytime soon unless something really weird happens.  ...Huh.  What on earth should we do now?  Or.  I mean I assume there's probably something you should be doing but I have no idea what to do with myself.

"Okay, no, I actually do have some ideas, but I don't expect the Place It Is Safe For Things To Explode In is ready?

"And, thank you, Tower."

"It's not you, it's ... I have dealt with a lot of very weird things, but this is the first time I've grappled with the actual implications of the idea of being fictional? I mean, I knew Star Sapphire before all that — I know you know her name, it's just a habit to use people's hero names — and when I met her she was a perfectly nice woman, if a bit high strung. It's strange to think that ... Green Lantern's girlfriend got kidnapped by aliens and came back to Earth as a crazed stalker because some people wanted to read about it and an editor decided on that storyline and not because, you know, the aliens who kidnapped her did not also kidnap her cariprazine prescription."

"...Yeah.  It is fundamentally kind of incredibly fucking bizarre.  It's good to hear that...  Things have worked out fine since then.  She never deserved any of that nonsense."

"If it helps, think of it like the infinite monkeys with infinite typewriters thing.  The editors didn't decide things, this just happens to be a universe that mostly matches the things the editors decided.  I'm pretty sure there's going to be some stuff going on around here that absolutely wasn't in their script."

She takes a moment to fiddle with her communicator once they're out of the tower.

"... Actually, your lab space is ready. Apparently unmothballing an old arctic research station went smoothly."

"If the editors aren't deciding on how things will be so much as choosing between how things can be, that's almost less intuitive. I'm used to thinking about powerful beings acting in the world; I'm not really used to thinking through the ... what's the English word, it's another stolen one ... the anthropics?"

"...but I don't want to explode the Arctic!  Not that I'm going to be prissy about y'all going out of your way for this."

"...I guess if I do there's always 'figuring out the Cold Gun'."

"...ooh, what is that word.  Probably anthropics, yeah, if we're talking about things like 'we exist in an observable universe because we couldn't exist in a universe we couldn't observe', sorts of things."

"You don't have to explode the Arctic if you don't want to! We just have a limited number of facilities that are ready on short notice, not currently in use, and not near anything else. Most League facilities are in cities, which is not ideal for isolated experimentation using unknown magic."

She starts walking back in the direction of the Salem zeta-tube.

"On the other hand, I'm not sure it being in the Arctic is really all that important? It's on the teleporter network; you can commute from almost any major city."

"It's not the commute, it's the environmentalist in me going 'but, but, but, don't explode the Arctic, that's bad!'  Like I'm probably utterly negligible compared to everybody burning oil, and not a huge risk anyway, but.  And, yeah, considering that that's what you ultimately have to assume I'm doing - and not wrongly, I can't say that I'm not going to go poking at other fields than just Light-work in due time, even though there's a lot of untapped depths there still - I can see why.  It's just that my brain is annoying sometimes."

(And, yeah, she's heading back to the Salem zeta tube too.  Obviously.)

Oh, hey, Gift, is there - anything she's missing about your whole metapower of generating and assembling powers?  If everything is as she's assumed, she thinks she's done about as good as she can get, but she doesn't exactly have the manual, here.

Hmm. It can generate sparks, and merge cliques of synergistic sparks of the same level together. It can eject sparks. It can increase the efficiency with which their soul grows through exercise. It can grow buds to share with other people.

It can generate specific powers that she asks for, and it learns to come up with better powers the longer it is exposed to them. It can perceive and relay details of the parts of local physics relevant to building powers. It can think through problems. It can consume cosmic background energy.

It seems like she knows all of the individual things it can do, but has maybe not considered the ways that they could be put together? Like, she could ask it to generate the power that is the most something, if that were useful. Or it can tell her when she changes universes by looking at the physics. Or there's the fact that they've only assembled red, yellow, green, and blue sparks, so she hasn't seen what the higher colors look like.