Loose Ends 1
*She straightens, rolling her shoulders back.* I will. And keep yourself safe. And out of trouble, preferably.
*After a moment of wariness, Betsy takes Fantomex’s hand.* I will act accordingly. If there’s word of replicating this antidote… I will contact you.
*Fantomex bows to kiss the hand places so recklessly into his care* How gracious of you, Elizabeth.
Same to you. *Cluster nods* Remember, whatever happens in this new life of yours, you'll always have a home with us.
*she takes a step back, disappearing into the jungle. Fantomex tips an imaginary hat at Betsy and follows.*












