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Silverwing flies down into the Nexus square, looking for all the world as though she's just come out of hell. Her green and black leather costume are covered in dirt, soot, and two different colors of blood are spattered across it in places. It's a testament to her powers that she doesn't appear to have taken any injuries. Her cape, normally clean and smooth, is sporting several burns, slices, and enough of the grit and grime covering her outfit that she looks like she'd be better off just removing it and being done with it.
She flies down and lands in front of a convenient nexus couch, and falls back against it tiredly.
"Question. Why can't the universe ever leave well-enough alone? How can it be that an enemy that we had to sacrifice our best and brightest to seal away can suddenly reemerge and invade once again?" she asks, her tone exhausted. "And if that emo-fit of a question isn't to your liking, how many of you have beaten impossible odds?"
((Getting tired, will reply to tags later.))
She flies down and lands in front of a convenient nexus couch, and falls back against it tiredly.
"Question. Why can't the universe ever leave well-enough alone? How can it be that an enemy that we had to sacrifice our best and brightest to seal away can suddenly reemerge and invade once again?" she asks, her tone exhausted. "And if that emo-fit of a question isn't to your liking, how many of you have beaten impossible odds?"
((Getting tired, will reply to tags later.))