“Oh, Colin.” Lisa sighs. “You don’t actually know, do you? Or you’ve convinced yourself otherwise.”
“Convinced myself of what?”
Lisa looks at him with a gaze that’s… pitying? “Convinced yourself that you’re the original.”
"We send them out on patrol. We send them out, dressed up in costumes and head full of fantasies, and we tell them to travel the city. Sending them out to inspire hope, as if Brockton isn’t full of monsters. And sometimes, they find them. Our very own minesweepers." — Miss Militia
You probably didn’t expect a letter. That’s alright. If you want to throw this away without reading it - I’ll understand. Probably better to burn it, though. You’d need to sign off with Colin to use the Top Secret shredder, and he’d probably be upset.
Madison was certain she had never peed so much in one day in her life. Hiding her distended belly from her parents would have been difficult enough without the unending trips to the bathroom. With them, it was quite possibly a literal miracle.
"I'm not afraid of heights," [Kurt] said, testily responding to what she hadn't actually said aloud. "Simply aware that if something bursts out of those windows and collides with me, I will have only two point eight seconds to regret all the impolite things I never said to you."
It didn't matter — this had long since stopped being a battle of combat strength. Once precognition entered the picture this became a battle of wits, and in that regard Empty Moment was unarmed.