[ He heard the whistling, of course, but remained where he was, watching the little people gather beneath him. They would not be all, either, he knew; there would be more, because that was simply not enough. Who, he wondered, thought themselves great enough to try to kill him?
His eyes slowly watch them, his mouth turned up in a patient smile. His tendrils and cape fan out around him and thunder booms around them, but he remains in the sky watching them disdainfully. Fools and children is what he considers them, and he hopes Bob can hear him call them that. I should kill them all just to hurt you, the Void tells him. The Sentry, of course, is silent. ]
Listen to the girl. This won't end the way you think it will.
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His eyes slowly watch them, his mouth turned up in a patient smile. His tendrils and cape fan out around him and thunder booms around them, but he remains in the sky watching them disdainfully. Fools and children is what he considers them, and he hopes Bob can hear him call them that. I should kill them all just to hurt you, the Void tells him. The Sentry, of course, is silent. ]
Listen to the girl. This won't end the way you think it will.