dear_mun | on heading to scorched

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I don't want to go anywhere else. I just want to go home.

I've never even heard of a place called Anatole.

Won't we just have to get jobs there as well?

Yeah, but we can use our powers there and people won't be fucking dickheads about it.

I can get a proper job.

We could be real superheroes there. If we wanted.

Oh, yeah, right, Simon. No one would think a bunch of ASBO superheroes were loony or anything.

They wouldn't know we were young offenders. Not unless someone told them.

[ nathan......... ]

[Speaking your mind, boyo.]

Isn't Nathan coming?

I think he might be.

[ dear god. ]

It's probably good we'll keep our powers then.

Yeah? How come?

They'll probably be useful. When we first get there.

I thought you didn't want to go?

I don't. But if I do, I wouldn't want to go without my power.

You can't be a superhero, Simon. It's a shit idea. You're going to get yourself killed or something.

I can help people. We can help people.

Maybe.

[Dubious maybe is dubious.]

I'll get better at it. We already help save people.

[ kind of... ]

We killed three social workers.

Oh, sure, just tell everyone, yeah? And you say I can't keep my mouth shut, jeeesus.

I'm talking to Simon, yeah? It's not like he didn't know.

It was an accident. Partly.

No one's going to believe we're superheroes, just like no one believes I'm a fucking rocket scientist.

They don't have to know it's us. We could have secret identities.