I don’t threaten people!” You had protested when Cecil told you to calm down, and stop threatening him.

You had gotten mad at him, for reasons—and he walked into the white room, he said it was for protection against supers like you. And now he was using it on you.

You! The super who’s done so much for him! Fought, killed, spied—and this is how he repaid you?! Huddling in a room with half dead human robots to go defend him—because he had no true powers?

He raised an eyebrow at your words, his hands in his suits pant pockets. He spoke calmly, and plainly—like he always did, even if he felt or said the opposite.

“Really? Because you’re scaring the shit out of me right now.”