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Sept 5, 2024 21:49:07 GMT -6
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Honestly? He wished that he had an explanation. Booker knelt down next to his sister, looking up at the growing crowd. Those that had been trapped in the dark, shadowy place were not running off, given their freedom. But those who were on the outside were now drawing closer to investigate. There were a lot of questions milling about in the air but the most important one had been the one that fell from Nessa’s lips. To that, he had absolutely no answer.
”I...I know…” he said, his heart pounding at the idea. ”L-Let’s not think about that right now, okay? Plenty of time to panic later.” He smiled, took his sister’s hand, then gave it a comforting squeeze.
He was terrible at following his own advice. How could he just forget it? How could he just look the other way when everything he knew about himself seemed to be so up in the air. Over the years he had gotten used to the fact that he was unaffected by mutant powers, good and bad. What happened here was decidedly strange and mutant adjacent. But if that were the case, how the hell did his abilities fail him? Was he losing his adaptedness?
Or worse...was that whole thing decidedly not mutant related?
Booker gulped. Already he could feel his mind racing and trying to find some way flare up his anxiety but he had to maintain control. Nessa was here. His younger sister and she had just saved his life. The more important thing was getting her to safety and away from anything that happened here.
While Booker would rather have not spoken to the police he knew it was a necessity. They needed to know what happened so it could be passed along to the right people. He nodded his head, offering his hand to help Nessa up.
”Of course,” he said. ”Least I can do. You saved us both. Let’s find a cop so I can get you out of here. I think I’m done with conventions for a little while and could use a stiff drink with my sister.” With that, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and slowly guided her away. It was time to put this night, and the shadows, behind them.
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