The problem with waiting on Scion was that the guy wasn’t exactly in touch with the rest of us.
get a damn phone
There was speculation he had at least one human contact – someone that had given him clothing and a costume, at least – but he never bothered to stop long enough for anyone to pass on any requests, to tell him to go to X place when we gave him Y signal.
Too busy saving the day to be asked to save the day.
He rescued people twenty-four-seven, three hundred and sixty five days a year, handling crises only as they came to his attention, which meant that sometimes an Endbringer came and Scion was wholly occupied with saving sinking ships, stopping landslides and putting out housefires. I wondered what he was doing now.
I mean, you’re doing good work, but priorities, man.
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