[That silenced her, if only for a moment. It was a question she had to stop and ask herself more than once--whether or not she did trust herself. After the whole business with the murder occurring thanks to her spell.]

I don't think that's something you get to choose, Jack.

The people who trust you the most tend to be the ones who know you better than you know yourself. [She thought back to Kyle. To Superman. To Dick. All sources of comfort whenever she questioned her abilities. Dick, most of all--he'd barely known her a month when he'd been so certain she could do something that was so above and beyond any spell she'd attempted until then.] Trust them.