I was probably wrong on some level, but it gave answer to questions I’d assumed I’d never get an answer to.
It’s the best answer available so far, at least.
A hand seized me by the back of the neck, hauled me to my feet.
Ah yes, there they are.
Numb, I wobbled, relying heavily on the painfully hard grip to stay balanced. He turned me around, and I saw Armsmaster, his lips curled in a silent snarl of anger.
Hello. Yeah, I may be optimistic about what Legend and his pals wanted to talk to her about, but I never said Armmaster would be happy about it. Especially after what Taylor just pulled.
A glance at his shoulder showed no sign of the ragged mess from when I’d last seen him, but there was no arm either. I thought I saw a glimpse of a flat expanse of skin. Panacea’s work?
Yeah, makes sense. Panacea may be a good healer, but straight up regrowing limbs is probably a bit much for her. Or at least, it would take a lot more time than she has.
“What are you doing here?!” he roared the words to my face.
When I couldn’t formulate an answer for him, he marched me out of the curtained enclosure, kicking the curtain so it slid shut, moved me towards the nurse’s station where Miss Militia and Legend were talking.
Oh yeah, Armmaster is pissed right now.
And Taylor is worse off because he found her in a room where there’s no doubt that she found out a hero’s real face (though he doesn’t know that she knows who that face belongs to).
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