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Warren’s memories of his Ascension are limited. Scenes and thoughts become less and less coherent closer to his death. It has never been a loss that he has mourned, more than anything a blessing. Still, he remembers this--- boy. Skull flame, body a furnace of bioplasma contained within a monstrous exo-suit. The memories of Clan Akkaba ripping his wings from his body, over and over again, Genocide at their forefront, were still very much intact.
“Hello William.” He greets, unable to hide the look of surprise on his face. His wings quiver ever-so-slightly in agitation. The son of Apocalypse is the last person he expected to see here-- or ever again.












