“I’m not versed in Latin,” Coil spoke, sounding annoyed.
“For shame, Coil, for shame,” Cherish said. Her voice was too cheerful. “You can’t sell the cultured supervillain image without the ability to make quips in an ancient language.
Pfft.
I had the benefit of my power, languages are easier to learn when you can get a sense of what the other person’s feeling.”
Huh. That actually makes a lot of sense, assuming you’re not trying it on a language teacher spouting pre-written lines. I can’t imagine this works nearly as well on someone who doesn’t mean what they’re saying.
“That was something about Jack?” I asked, “Repeat that in English?”
Yeah, no, she’s dead set on being difficult.
“Doesn’t matter anymore,” she replied. “The message was delivered. I’ll leave you to think about it.”
Doesn’t matter anymore? Do you mean that literally? Well, shit. Bye, Jack.
I assume the others went / are going with him. In which case Brockton Bay may finally be rid of the Nine.
Well, unless you count Cherish, Shatterbird and/or their lingering miasma.
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