crystalia | ♦ i listen to the wind of my soul

♦ i listen to the wind of my soul

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We got her back, yes. Safe and sound.

_{( At least, that time. )}

The point is, when you live like we do, the good and the bad often mix more than we'd like to believe. You become connected to people who have different lines, different codes that you do. And you have to learn to navigate that.

Good.

( But he could almost laugh a little bit. No kidding. When he was little, he'd seen different comic books, and of course different characters acted differently and performed to a different standard, but he thought there might be something more universal in real life. That there was some kind of universal morality that someone who became a vigilante or a superhero or whatever they called themselves might try to live up to. )

The girl I told you about is one of the most reputable criminals in New York. I think she does more good than most of our "heroes."

( So there's that for complicated moral situations. Their lives. )

Then you know her better than her reputation. There are so many ways to navigate power, Atlas. My sister and brother-in-law rule our people, and yet they often can't do as much as those who don't have such titles. The X-men are hated, by a lot of our world, and yet they do more good than anyone. And my daughter's grandfather, the terrorist I just spoke of? He's a great man, too, in some ways. Maybe we make up sides and labels because it's easier than actually contemplating that no one fits them precisely.