#341 - Reunion
What makes you cry?
"You are prepared, then?" Magneto asks.
Red's eyes roll. "Obviously."
"Proposition X is--"
"It will be little more than a memory very soon. Blown away, like dust on the wind, like those little men with their little thoughts. Unloved and unmourned." Red lifts a hand up, fingers spread, palm to the sun. Light slides through skin, taking away edges, washing everything out; melting into fire.
Magneto's cape cracks sharply. "The revenants of the Hellfire Club are not to be overlooked."
"They're not."
"If Reformation is to--"
"They're not," Red repeats, sighing. "I can do more than one thing at once. I can pat my head and rub my belly at the same time. Would you like to see?" Magneto looks away in disgust. Red laughs. "Everything in its time and everything in its place."
"Is everything in place?" he asks. "'The Twelve' rather suggests a certain numerical point of order."
"In its time," Red says. "In its place." She smiles. "You know, I always cry at weddings."
The wind picks up.
"You are prepared, then?" Magneto asks.
Red's eyes roll. "Obviously."
"Proposition X is--"
"It will be little more than a memory very soon. Blown away, like dust on the wind, like those little men with their little thoughts. Unloved and unmourned." Red lifts a hand up, fingers spread, palm to the sun. Light slides through skin, taking away edges, washing everything out; melting into fire.
Magneto's cape cracks sharply. "The revenants of the Hellfire Club are not to be overlooked."
"They're not."
"If Reformation is to--"
"They're not," Red repeats, sighing. "I can do more than one thing at once. I can pat my head and rub my belly at the same time. Would you like to see?" Magneto looks away in disgust. Red laughs. "Everything in its time and everything in its place."
"Is everything in place?" he asks. "'The Twelve' rather suggests a certain numerical point of order."
"In its time," Red says. "In its place." She smiles. "You know, I always cry at weddings."
The wind picks up.