“That depends. I have one more question.” “Okay.” “Do you hate them now?” I was shocked by the intensity of my reaction. I felt my chest tighten and a weird acidic burn crawl up my throat. “Them” was such a vague word, but the hate I felt was extraordinarily specific, and right at the front of my mind. There was the petty disloyalty of two-bit villains like the Eel. The ineffectual brutality and brown-nosing of the police. The blithely ignorant wrecking machines that were all of the heroes, unaware of the human and material costs of their every stupid, impetuous move. And then there was
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