Oh what a silly question. The technopathic link is pushed back further in his head as it searches out the bombs before turning to the source of the voice. He offers a half amused smirk that doesn’t even make it to his lips.
“I can’t prevent every disaster that is presented to me. I can’t stop every one of you from breaking something that is already damn well broken enough without your help. And I probably can’t stop the end of the world. But see, that’s the thing this place doesn’t get. That people like you don’t get.”
The psychic blades in his hands, glowing with a soft golden light, grow into longer, dueling style dirks. Made up of psychic energy they’re stronger than convictions, faster than a rumor, and sharper than a harsh word. Thoughts, it turns out, make great weapons.
“In my world I was raised as a mutant. I’m used to people trying to kill me and everything like me. And I’m used to doing what it takes to survive, especially if it means I can pound their damn, self-satisfied faces first.”
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“I can’t prevent every disaster that is presented to me. I can’t stop every one of you from breaking something that is already damn well broken enough without your help. And I probably can’t stop the end of the world. But see, that’s the thing this place doesn’t get. That people like you don’t get.”
The psychic blades in his hands, glowing with a soft golden light, grow into longer, dueling style dirks. Made up of psychic energy they’re stronger than convictions, faster than a rumor, and sharper than a harsh word. Thoughts, it turns out, make great weapons.
“In my world I was raised as a mutant. I’m used to people trying to kill me and everything like me. And I’m used to doing what it takes to survive, especially if it means I can pound their damn, self-satisfied faces first.”