Why is he blowing on his fingers? That feels nice.]
That's 'cause everybody else dicked me over. Hard.
[He had expected Eve to do the same.
Being a superhero is a thankless job. After three years with the Teen Team, Rex has that much figured out. You risk your life for people every day and they don't even remember your name, confusing you with other colleagues of similar builds or color schemes. They make comments about your abilities, which feels so, so very personal. Rex could do to be a lot more selfless, sure, but he still sticks his neck out for people who don't give a rats ass whether he lives or dies.
It's not kindness, it's penance.]
And those motherfuckers are dead. Or, well, one of 'em. But, in my defense? He tried to kill me first! Mom and dad are still-
[If Eve had not stepped in, they'd be dead too.]
Fuuuuuck-in' scumbags! But, alive n' well, as far as I know. I haven't really checked.
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Why is he blowing on his fingers? That feels nice.]
That's 'cause everybody else dicked me over. Hard.
[He had expected Eve to do the same.
Being a superhero is a thankless job. After three years with the Teen Team, Rex has that much figured out. You risk your life for people every day and they don't even remember your name, confusing you with other colleagues of similar builds or color schemes. They make comments about your abilities, which feels so, so very personal. Rex could do to be a lot more selfless, sure, but he still sticks his neck out for people who don't give a rats ass whether he lives or dies.
It's not kindness, it's penance.]
And those motherfuckers are dead. Or, well, one of 'em. But, in my defense? He tried to kill me first! Mom and dad are still-
[If Eve had not stepped in, they'd be dead too.]
Fuuuuuck-in' scumbags! But, alive n' well, as far as I know. I haven't really checked.
They never really gave a shit about me.