“Wonderful…”
❛ Don't give them a reason to -- ❜
She didn't elaborate at all.
She eats another bite.
“The eyeballs in jars in the fridge won’t do anything to my food, right?”
“Wonderful…”
She eats another bite.
“The eyeballs in jars in the fridge won’t do anything to my food, right?”
She eats another bite.
“The eyeballs in jars in the fridge won’t do anything to my food, right?”
❛ What is even happening? ❜
As he carried her off, it was like an ambulance heading further and further away.
Continues eating her takeout.
Continues eating her takeout.
“You didn’t have to use all of the forks…”
“You didn’t have to use all of the forks…”
She raised her eyebrow.
❛ But why is it complicated? ❜
Aka no.
“Very… complicated.”
Aka no.
“Very… complicated.”
❛ Do you have a Madelyne Pryor on this earth? We could always ask her? ❜
She sits down and crosses her legs.
“I currently have no candidates that I can think of.”
Aka no.
“Very… complicated.”
She sits down and crosses her legs.
“I currently have no candidates that I can think of.”
She chuckled.
❛ Why do you think I'm here now and helping? I don't want Limbo on your earth being abused. We'll find someone to replace you together. ❜
She smiles.
“Just have to find someone crazy enough to take the throne of an evil, magical dimension. Someone that I can trust NOT to abuse that power…”
“No stress.”
She sits down and crosses her legs.
“I currently have no candidates that I can think of.”
She smiles.
“Just have to find someone crazy enough to take the throne of an evil, magical dimension. Someone that I can trust NOT to abuse that power…”
“No stress.”
❛ Well, luckily for me I was in Krakoa when I searched for a replacement. Madelyne Pryor is the current Queen of Limbo in my world.
Now all we need to do is find one for you. ❜
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“So… I asked for help. Now what? I don’t think I can bring myself to inflict this pain on another, not that that would be a great solution.”
She smiles.
“Just have to find someone crazy enough to take the throne of an evil, magical dimension. Someone that I can trust NOT to abuse that power…”
“No stress.”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“So… I asked for help. Now what? I don’t think I can bring myself to inflict this pain on another, not that that would be a great solution.”
She smiled a bit.
❛ We like to do things on our own. But that doesn't help when we are loved by many. Even if we deny it. ❜
She repeats as she puts her hand over her counterpart’s.
“How did you do it?”
She chuckles and shakes her head.
“So… I asked for help. Now what? I don’t think I can bring myself to inflict this pain on another, not that that would be a great solution.”
She repeats as she puts her hand over her counterpart’s.
“How did you do it?”
❛ Of course. It'll need to be you who makes that leap. But you took a step in asking for help. ❜
She walked over to her and placed her hand on her shoulder.
❛ We are more than what happened. Pain isn't eternal. It's only temporary. ❜
She looks over at her counterpart, tears in her eyes.
“Everything we fight for keeps failing. Utopia… Krakoa… even we’ve died.”
She shakes her head.
“No… you’re right… it helps talking to yourself in the literal sense.”
She stands up and wipes her eyes.
“Can you help me move on?”
She repeats as she puts her hand over her counterpart’s.
“How did you do it?”
She looks over at her counterpart, tears in her eyes.
“Everything we fight for keeps failing. Utopia… Krakoa… even we’ve died.”
She shakes her head.
“No… you’re right… it helps talking to yourself in the literal sense.”
She stands up and wipes her eyes.
“Can you help me move on?”
Limbo is predictable to us. We're used to it as it never leaves. But others do. It's painful.
[ ~ ]
She curls up.
“The pain, the bad memories, the violence. It’s all familiar and almost homely. People keep changing and moving on but Limbo is always there, as violent as ever… it’s home.
She looks over at her counterpart, tears in her eyes.
“Everything we fight for keeps failing. Utopia… Krakoa… even we’ve died.”
She shakes her head.
“No… you’re right… it helps talking to yourself in the literal sense.”
She stands up and wipes her eyes.
“Can you help me move on?”
She curls up.
“The pain, the bad memories, the violence. It’s all familiar and almost homely. People keep changing and moving on but Limbo is always there, as violent as ever… it’s home.
Too many bad memories. Too much time focused on the pain Belasco did.
I needed to move on from that and find peace in myself. To find myself outside of my strife.
Strange helped me through it. It's hard. ❜
She looks away.
“How did you do it? How did you separate from Limbo?”
She curls up.
“The pain, the bad memories, the violence. It’s all familiar and almost homely. People keep changing and moving on but Limbo is always there, as violent as ever… it’s home.
She looks away.
“How did you do it? How did you separate from Limbo?”
But he's practically adopted me as his own, and taught me more than I thought I'd know.
He wants me to become his successor. So, I don't want to let him down. ❜
She looks away.
“How did you do it? How did you separate from Limbo?”