I couldn’t help but picture it. My dad finding out I was a villain, what I’d done. Forevermore having doubts about me.
You’re talking to the person who just prevented you from having to explain how you lost the use of your legs.
“I’m sorry,” I spoke, my voice low.
“Maybe you are. I doubt it. I’m sorry to leave you wondering what happened to your teammate, what the big name capes are going to say to you, but I have others to help.”
Fair enough. See ya around, I suppose.
She didn’t sound sorry at all.
Yeah, no, on some level she clearly enjoys it.
“Hey!” I raised my voice again, “Come back here!”
She turned her head to give me a dark look as she walked away, “Good luck with Armsmaster.”
Maybe she needs it. Maybe not. I’m honestly leaning towards not.
Either way, Panacea is still oozing with insincerity.
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