Victor picked at his food sullenly, face twisting up, “What’s else it supposed to mean? Everything was great and the the WORLD ENDED and it turned out my parents hate each other and are apparently super villains? Because that’s a thing?” he threw up and hands and glared at Lucy, “ You’re blue. You tell me why everything is fucked to hell.”
“How should I know?” Lucy asks, sounding exasperated with the insistent assumption on Victor’s part. Wanting to get back to what she was doing but for now still stuck in the conversation.
“You’re useless then,” Victor accused, arms crossed. Kicking the table leg, the angry teen asked, “Got a name or you don’t know that either?”