Adrian. [ He shakes it, feeling that slow curl of dread. Nelson. The City was a big, crowded place. Randomly meeting with an old employee was dangerous, but at the same time, he could feel it, deep that this was his former employee. It looked like him.
Well, a shell of who he'd been, at least. They'd all aged, of course. There was no immortality like there was in the comic books. They wouldn't live for generations, to grow up with their stories. They were normal fucking human beings.
With powers, maybe, but still normal human beings. ]
Adrian Maskin. [ He shook his hand, congenial, a smile in place. It was a politician's grip. Firm but not out to prove anything. ]
It's alright, you know. It's not all that bad, you know. It can't be that terrible. [ He knew it was. He understood Nelson, it was that bad. He understood it, but he couldn't let on that he knew. ]
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Well, a shell of who he'd been, at least. They'd all aged, of course. There was no immortality like there was in the comic books. They wouldn't live for generations, to grow up with their stories. They were normal fucking human beings.
With powers, maybe, but still normal human beings. ]
Adrian Maskin. [ He shook his hand, congenial, a smile in place. It was a politician's grip. Firm but not out to prove anything. ]
It's alright, you know. It's not all that bad, you know. It can't be that terrible. [ He knew it was. He understood Nelson, it was that bad. He understood it, but he couldn't let on that he knew. ]