May 26
I know what you want.
Doug stared in shock and terror as the enormous figure stepped into the light. Their skin was stark white against the darkness. Doug would be inclined to think they were just a goth if they weren't also significantly taller than any human.
Was he hallucinating? He'd always mental illness, and he'd been so depressed lately. Maybe he'd gone so far off the deep end since Krakoa he was developing brand new symptoms. But he'd seen so many crazy things, what was yet another unbelievable stranger?
It took a moment for Doug's voice to work. "Is--" The first word came out so weak Doug had to start over, coughing slightly. "Is what I want not to be murdered? B-because, if so. Yes. Good guess."
