He didn’t look like he had much muscle, but I wasn’t about to comment on that. If nothing else, I was a little too stunned at what he was offering to say anything witty. “Pretty much.”
It makes a load of sense. Skitter’s a villain who lacks muscle willing to work for a supervillain. They’re muscle who lack a villain to work for. The pieces fit together beautifully.
I wonder what Lung would think if he learned that parts of his gang had gone to the annoying bug kid for work.
“We heard you took on Mannequin,” the girl said. “That’s ballsy.”
It really was.
“Thanks,” I said, in my driest tone. Stupid as it was, that statement meant something to me. Nobody had really congratulated me since my fight with Mannequin. I hadn’t congratulated myself.
Yeah, see? It was a victory.
It was hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that they respected me for what had happened with Mannequin. A victory was a victory, but people had gotten hurt, I’d gotten hurt.
Yes, and thanks to you, way fewer people got hurt than if you hadn’t stepped in.
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