That voice- familiar, painful, impossible… but there was no body it wasn’t impossible but no one could have seen it coming. You should have. Anger, shock, disbelief, grief, relief- everything swirled around her head making it difficult to think to process. She turns towards a familiar figure she never thought she’d see again.
“What?” when every emotion tries to come out in one word all she is left with is a noise of breathy disbelief in a sharp juxtaposition to her form- graceful yet with a posture stiff and defensive, a viper coiled and ready to strike if needed. “You-”
-should be dead, -can’t be here,-’re alive, -should have stayed dead, -’re a bastard, -‘re here so what do you want.
She relaxes slightly- the shock gone she had always been good at processing things even with her emotions making things difficult- but not enough to make anyone believe there was any trust in the figure before her, no that was gone.
“Syndrome.” there is ice in her words, her anger had always ran cold- the ice to his fire.
“Intel wasn’t wrong about this -- God, am I gonna cry? This is too GOOD.”
It’s self-indulgent, really, but wasn’t that Buddy Pine? He enjoyed every moment of this, the way she looked at him, oh! If he could have had a camera on hand, he’d be a happy man. Instead he relaxed, nonchalant despite his godlike achievement. He’d always loved getting a reaction out of Mirage, the tastiest beanpole in the world.
“Hey now, what’s with the hostility? I didn’t free your arch nemesis and force a lotta paperwork onto you and -- oh yeah -- uproot your whole life, now did I?” He let out a sigh, larger than needed. “It’s okay, really, and -- right, right, right, you’re welcome for the company.” He tapped a foot in the grass, to step forward.
“How’ve you been though, huh?”
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