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Mighty Roman
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The Maker raised a finger. "That was the point." he said, icily. "You're pretty slow, aren't you?""What the hell have you done?" Hoban cried, pushing his was through the violent crowd, desperate to reach the Serenity's crew. The sarcasm didnt even make a dent in him at this point; he had bigger things to focus on "They're going to kill each other! They're going to tear this place apart"
He tilted his head back, cockily. "If it eases your conscience, they were murderers and thugs. Would you save them even if you could?"Peter looked at Hoban. " This isn't what I want- he manipulated them to hurt each other," Quill said, as he glared at the Maker. He was starting to hate the guy since he had just killed many people. Off in the distance, he could hear crunching as people were massacring and he didn't do anything to cause it.
" We have to go and get our weapons, we may have cause this mess, but we can't fix it now. But next time, we aren't letting this happening. We are not letting people decide what we are doing and I got my eye on you," he said to the Maker. " Let's get our weapons and get the heck out of here," he said.
Reed Richards was a pragmatist at heart. If these people couldn't see the simple logic behind his decision-a decision that, inherently, would save all of them, there would be no point in continuing to cajole them into changing their minds. He didn't expect to be understood. He expected to be obeyed. He'd encountered enough opposition during his time in The Fantastic Four-General Ross and his jackbooted jingoists, waving guns around and trying to hold them back--unless they bought back a piece of alien tech they could use for their own gain. Men like Ross made him sick.
"But I concede, you make a good point. Any deaths down there aren't our fault. It wasn't our fault they didn't try diplomacy."
Reed said, sarcastically. He stretched out his body towards the weapon's cabinet.
"Let's see what we have here..."
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