Syx raised an eyebrow, “Which is exactly why I wouldn’t ‘cause injury’ in the first fucking place. Gods aren’t supposed to bleed,” he snorted, “Just because I get shook up seeing it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do it. I need to know that so I don’t fuck up and accidentally hurt him. As impossible as I once thought that was.”
“And I am not an idiot,” he smacked the pretzel out of his face, “I know just what those fuckers would do if they could,” his lips drew thin and paled at the unwanted memories, “There isn’t a human on this planet that could piece together my notes even if they were all written down. My technology would be just as bad in their hands as that information would be,” he mumbled like a paranoid man, biting the inside of his cheek to shut up. He’d gotten yelled at by his Uncles too often for his paranoia no matter how warranted Syx knew it to be.
The concentrated power of the sun bit had him rolling his eyes. He hadn’t tested it on Wayne though he had finished building it, “Like that would do more than cause a sudden bought of nakedness.”
[’Gods’? Good lord, he wasn’t kidding about putting Metro Man on a pedestal. They might have god-like powers, but they definitely weren’t at that level. She has been around true gods and knows where she stands on that matter.] Gods can bleed. They just don’t stay hurt or stay dead.
[She allows the hand he had slapped away to drop to the table, exposing the numerous needle scars at the bend of her elbow.] It’s not individual humans that are the problem. It’s organized groups that can restrain even a god.
Syx rolled his eyes, “It’s a figure of speech. You are aware of how the sheeple of the city see Metro Man, right? The statue they built? The whole worshipful museum.”
His eye lock on the needles, bouncing between those and her forehead, “You’re… talking from experience I assume?”
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