Fuck. Not only was that one more uncertainty stacked onto everything, but Armsmaster was the closest thing I had to a nemesis.
He might not be as open to conversation as Amy was. Hell, as far as Taylor knows, he might be out for revenge, though I’m not sure he’d do that. (I believe Taylor has a distorted image of Colin’s personality.)
Having him running around the city was not a good thing.
At least it provides a reason for him to have stuck around as a part of the story while he was in his house arrest. This way, we’ve been keeping up with him, and his return into the main stomping ground of the cast is less jarring.
For a brief moment, I contemplated having Trickster teleport me to ground level, so it was me talking to the local heroes, and not just my swarm.
Would he even be able to replace her with the swarm? I would imagine the bugs would count separately. I suppose he could replace her with something else, though.
I could tell them that I was putting my well-being in their hands, risking them arresting me, as a gesture of good faith.
Could work, but likely to backfire.
Except I couldn’t help but see myself from their perspective. Warlord of the Boardwalk. I’d rotted off Lung’s manhood and carved out his eyes. I’d played an undefined role in Armsmaster’s downward slide. I’d robbed a bank, terrorized hostages with poisonous spiders, attacked their headquarters and used insects dipped in capsaicin to cripple their junior heroes with incapacitating pain. All the while, I’d acted with a seemingly ambiguous morality.
…yeah I can see how she’d be notorious.
Was I a good guy doing all the wrong things? Or did they see me as dangerous and unhinged?
Maybe a bit of both?
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