“Um.”
“Just agree, so I can move on to other patients.”
Panacea sounds very tired of all this.
I can’t blame her. She’s probably been healing non-stop for several hours now.
“What was it you said during the bank robbery? You’d make me horribly obese? Make everything I eat taste like bile? What’s to stop you from doing something like that here?”
“Nothing, really. I mean, you could sue me after I did it, but you’d have to prove it beyond a reasonable doubt, and that’d be damn hard if I gave the symptoms a time delay before they showed up.
You’re not helping your case, Pan, by bringing up a detail of your power I didn’t know about that invalidates my argument for why Taylor could trust you.
Plus I’m a valuable enough resource that I could get help paying the legal costs. And, let’s not forget, Carol, my adoptive mother, is a pretty kickass lawyer.
Ah, yeah.
Whatever you did by trying to sue me probably wouldn’t cripple me as much as what my power did to you.”
Yeah, I suppose that’s true.
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