[ @equalpowerandresponsibility ]
He tells himself that it is his brother’s fault. And when that lie is not enough to satiate the doubt, he tells himself it is Norrin’s fault. For the absence of his Herald has lead the Destroyer to w a n d e r i n g --
“Hey Peter!”
There’s a bright smile, innocent, carefree. The mask, Franklin, is someone who would be friends with the hero. The monster, Galen, is someone who wishes only to d e v o u r him. But the roles are set, and he waves, motioning for Peter to join him outside the cafe.
Let Eternity weep for the fall of his favored champions. Galactus sees the imbalance and seeks to right the scales.
“It’s Franklin from Chem class. We had it this Spring remember?”
It’s easy to change a memory, to alter the boy’s perception. Galactus does it effortlessly, forcing glimpses of himself throughout that fragile mind. A friend, he was merely a friend.
“Can I get you a coffee?”
