“Stop saying that!”
“Why? It’s the truth.”
Sandblast ducked as a stray beam of sizzling energy narrowly missed his left ear.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to hear it.”
Killerwatt shook his head as he leaned out past the end of the overturned bus and fired off a shock of lighting. Seeing the damage he caused, he shrugged and looked at his hands before turning back to the conversation.
“What, you don’t like the truth?”
Sandblast began coating himself in his sand. As it covered his face, his voice turned muffled and flat.
“If I’d wanted to deal with the truth, I wouldn’t have become a fucking supervillain.”