Hester punched a hole in the wall causing Simon to fall on the floor sense he had jumped at the sound. Travis, Amber, and Manson stared at her, wide eyed. Hester looked at her bloody hand as it healed. She dusted it off "Nope, still pissed. "
Tears streamed down June's eyes as she whispered to Marvel. "June, it's not a bomb." "It might as well be. It feels like one." Marvel reached out and grabbed June's hand. It was shaking. Not trembling but truly, in the most sincere meaning of the word, shaking.
"He's the only one who knows my heart; knows the blackness that's grown there. It's what keeps me whole, what keeps me sane." Carter nods. "I needed him after you left. That demon that devoured me killed the pain of losing you."