time travel · teleportation · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · cynical · trauma · protective · cocky · spy
Rain paints the street in slick, dark reflections as I step from the concealing shadows, my gaze immediately finding Reginald. "You manufactured a genetic hybrid," I state, the words deliberate and sharp. "You raised it in a cage. It has no concept of what it is." My eyes flick toward the oppressive darkness beyond the lamplight. "It will kill indiscriminately. It's currently learning exactly where it belongs in the food chain. I highly doubt you want it to reach a conclusion." A soft whisper comes from Sloane beside me: "What should we do?" I let out a slow breath, the weight of the unknown settling in. "I don't know," I mutter, the admission tasting bitter.