Masks 2

Finn... frowns. She frowns deep. Her well-practiced anglo breaks... along with her heart, maybe??? Because damn. For a bunch of her childhood heroes, people sure were acting pretty fucking cowardly. Here were these two newbies, acting pretty open and honest - hell, here was ORLA, A CHILD, forced into absolute open honesty - and yet they needed... a second layer of secret identities? To protect what? Their public image? To protect them from their fellow heroes? This whole thing reeked of a lack of trust. Like a lot of secrecy and not so much of the nobility and loyalty and friendship she'd read about. This wasn't daring and brave. It was... spy shit. Antihero at best. And yet Lux was in on it??? She talked like Lux, but... this wasn't a Lux move. Wasn't in character. This. This didn't bode well.

"Aye, it sounds like ye've all done a lot of this organizin' and plannin' without us, aye? Guess I cannae really complain, though... Ugh. Whate're happens here, I'm fer an end tae capitalism. Tired o' seein folks starvin' in the streets an' toilin' fer bosses. Ye want my arms in this? We cannae just go back to the America my mum came tae. We tried the 1700s on fer a couple hundret years. It fit like a glove for a lil' while, 'til genocide an' fuckery went sour, then we kept it on an' let ourselves smell like spoilt milk, an' then we kept it on 'til we caught a hunnret different viruses an' it kilt the whole damn't thing. I've lived in the cities fer a fair bit o' time now, an' the sufferin' needs tae end. No more top-down, lots more bottom-up, aye? Sorta like she said." She nods towards Zil. "Think the bright haired lassie's ideas are a good start, too - once the groundwork's settled, if this whole thing's gonna be even sortae united, travel should stop bein' such a fukkin' bastert. Dinnae wanna ride another sex doll boat tae shore. My biggest concern's with makin' sure we don't sub out one corporation for a lotta smaller ones, though."