xxxxi'm just a full tank away from freedom.
xxxxthese are the last blues we're ever gonna have,
xxxx]et's see how deep we get
xxxxthe glow of the cities below lead us back
xxxx
She didn't want that. And when she thought about it, it was exactly what she figured she'd do. Taking out the heroes in a group hadn't exactly worked, but picking them off one by one was an easier way to take them all down. Sure, they could only every go out in groups from now on, but everyone had jobs, everyone had lives, and she knew that nobody would follow those orders, regardless. She couldn't blame them either. These were people she did little more than work with, she didn't want any of them knowing the ins and outs of her personal life. So they didn't have much of a choice other than to try and do their best to take these people down and reclaim their freedom.
And, you know, maybe help out the heroes while they were at it.
"Let's try this way."
xxxxi see a pain behind your eyes.
xxxxi know you feel it every day,
xxxxit's like a light that slowly dies.
xxxxbut it's better not to say such things aloud.
xxxx
"Always liked a man who could cook," he remarked quietly, wearing a small smirk as he finished wrapping his side. He glanced up at Felix, and was reminded of what had drawn Spence to him in the first place. Then he caught himself, and his stomach twisted. He could feel the dull, numb ache in his shoulder as he raised his arm to allow himself to wrap it. It was awkward but he wasn't going back out to ask someone to help. Especially not now he'd started to feel like this.
"So do you draw for a living or what? Besides... this, I mean." He asked, trying to distract himself. He could feel himself starting to wrap the bandage a little too tight, but he couldn't make himself fix it. It needed to be right, it needed to be that tight, he needed to pull himself together.