Probably. [ Raven interrupted his ascent in the eyes of his target audience: the fraction of mutantkind that wouldn’t have been turned off by his killing the president on national television. Ten years after he was found guilty of killing the last one.
There isn’t much wind to be taken out of his sails by the thought.
His blind eye gleams back, pale yellow in the firelight, steady on while she speaks. He keeps his teeth to himself. ]
no subject
There isn’t much wind to be taken out of his sails by the thought.
His blind eye gleams back, pale yellow in the firelight, steady on while she speaks. He keeps his teeth to himself. ]
Were you disgusted?