Ghost Rider stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the young woman. She would see, as he did so, that his jacket was beginning to "heal" itself, the hole vanishing before her eyes.
Still, no mortal had ever spoken to him in that tone. Many were far too terrified upon seeing his face.
"This fool did not have the capacity to cause me pain. What of the boy? Does he live?"
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Still, no mortal had ever spoken to him in that tone. Many were far too terrified upon seeing his face.
"This fool did not have the capacity to cause me pain. What of the boy? Does he live?"