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Finger now resting on the de-gun’s trigger, she’s giving a narrow eyed look to Syx. “No it is not.” Megamind repeats firmly, pulling back on the trigger just enough for the action to be a warning. There’s a grimace on her face after the mention of Psycho Delic, more than familiar with the name. “You’ve had dealings with that one as well, I see.”

The last part is more to herself than anything else, a statement rather than a question.

Syx took a deep breath and tried to calm his temper, he really didn’t want to end up in jail again yet. It would throw of his plans. Taking another breath he held up his hands, “Yes I have dealt with Psycho and I’m the only reason his drugs stay out of the low income school. The only reason this neighborhood used to have a thriving local grocery,” he pointed at an abandoned building, “And low income apartments and streets that aren’t pockmarked! If this isn’t my territory then whose is it? Because they are doing a shit job of caring for the people who live here! The Scotts don’t do shit for this city except make the wage inequality worse. Metro Man is nothing but a pretty face that saves babies from burning buildings. I’m the reason Metrocity was anything and I refuse-,” he felt on the verge of a breakdown. It would be so hard to start over again. His head throbbed, “I worked so hard… to make it good…”

“Easy…” This wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with something like this, though seeing it from someone who looked so much like her is still a new occurrence for Megamind. “You were the only reason. Not now.”

It wasn’t as if he was the only person working to contain the man here. The reminder is familiar enough, remembering thinking the same herself before, that she has to fight that memory back down.

“You’ll have to forgive me for not being filled with confidence,” Syx scowled at her. He’d seen nothing but the loss of his carefully tended businesses and more territory taken over by minor gangs. More drugs on the streets. More run down buildings. He’d spent so much effort building in the economy. Improving the quality of life in the slums where he’d taken his territory. It crushed him to see his work undone.

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