“You’ve joined them, now?” She spoke, breaking the brief silence.
Not officially. More like a temporary team-up that could blossom into something deeper if I’m lucky.
“I just wanted to help against the Nine,” Amy said. Her voice was small, defeated. “Can I-”
“If you open your mouth and ask if you can use your power on me, I won’t be held responsible for what I do,” Glory Girl growled.
Harsh, but understandable.
“Don’t hate me, please. I don’t care what you think of me, but hate is too close to…” Amy trailed off.
To love?
“Too close to what?” Glory Girl asked. She shrugged. Anger gave an edge to her words. “Aren’t you going to say it? Can’t you admit what you did?”
Amy hung her head, and her forehead rested between my shoulders, hair hanging down. She shook her head, but I doubted Glory Girl could see it.
😦
Poor Amy.
“Let’s put vendettas aside,” Chariot spoke. He smirked. “We have bigger fish to fry.”
Tigerfish, perhaps?
“The Nine,” Trickster spoke.
“The Nine,” Chariot said. “But it’s not my place to talk tactics. I’m just the rookie. The messenger.”
I find it appropriate that the guy with the super fast power armor is the messenger. It feels like it ties back to Hermes, whether that was intentional or not, with the power armor standing in for his winged shoes.
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