It took he a moment before he got himself under control. The warhead finally was starting to taste like apple... and not like some horribly sour mess. He looked over at Franklin, able to give him a small smile.
"You did not bring up anything unpleasant. I am constantly asked about my leg braces." He stood up from behind the desk and walked over to where Franklin could see him. "I'm asked why I need them. Do they hurt? Is it hard to put them on every morning and take them off every night? And those are the "nice" questions. Others will ask me if I am capable of having sex one day or have children of my own. What it felt like to get hit by a car going 80 kilometers per hour? The worst questions were the ones I was asked before I left..."
Dolemeck swallowed hard, looking a bit upset, now. "I was asked... if I used my powers to cause the accident that did this to me, for the sake of getting my Father's attention. I was asked that by my own brother. You cannot imagine how that feels."
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"You did not bring up anything unpleasant. I am constantly asked about my leg braces." He stood up from behind the desk and walked over to where Franklin could see him. "I'm asked why I need them. Do they hurt? Is it hard to put them on every morning and take them off every night? And those are the "nice" questions. Others will ask me if I am capable of having sex one day or have children of my own. What it felt like to get hit by a car going 80 kilometers per hour? The worst questions were the ones I was asked before I left..."
Dolemeck swallowed hard, looking a bit upset, now. "I was asked... if I used my powers to cause the accident that did this to me, for the sake of getting my Father's attention. I was asked that by my own brother. You cannot imagine how that feels."