He nods and seems satisfied with the answer. „Good, for she is the savior of mutantkind.“ Yet he is not truly certain if this Exodus said the truth, asking now something more personal. „I want to ask another question. Who is Eobar Garrington?“

Now staring back and still wondering how to react. In this case, he thinks sinister is actually messing with him. Only way to test what is happening, by breaking the silence. „Do you believe in the mutant messiah, the phoenix child, Hope Summers? I do, for I am her disciple.“

How curious, it‘s like looking myself in the mirror. Simply put, wondering why there is a second me around here.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❝Consequences are just the bill they send when you stop asking for permission…❞ ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❝And why is that? Hmm?❞ ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❝I wouldn’t be worried about my stare, come to see if this will be another throne rule.❞ ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ 𖤐 𝐋 𝐈 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𖤐 ᅠ

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮... 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

i am the face of love's rage.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❝I didn’t say that either..❞ ⠀ ᅠ Her eyes followed his gesture, hesitantly giving him a nod, yet her eyes stuck to him like glue, oozing venom. ᅠ

❝ 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎? 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜. ❞

i have hands for building altars， lips to pray to reckless gods， i was made to be a devotee．

It looks really good

How long has he been painting for?

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❝I go where I please..❞ ⠀ ᅠ ᅠ