The Confluence has given Tim what he wants as well: the presence of his family, somewhere on the earth; teammates; and no all-consuming mission.
And an appreciation for superheroes, particularly those that are noble (a trait he’s assigned to his collective rescuers). When the leader comes back over, Tim is still crouched behind the crates and watching them. Peacekeeper, Nucleon, Wires, Dao. King Snake. He looks over at the question with a dazed expression.
“I’m not hurt.” It’s true - he’s not in any physical pain. Confused, yes, but not debilitated by it. More… detached, but he won’t understand that until it passes. Tim pushes his hair back to hide dried blood in it from the fall in his cell before anyone can clock it and he winds up in a hospital. He just wants to go home.
“So it’s a pretty cool debut for you.” Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? He was lucky enough to get kidnapped when someone, the army or a guild, had a new team waiting in the wings for a big, splashy debut. There’ll be news vans to catch the perp walks and Tim will end up on the news with a blanket over his shoulders. It beats dying though, and he is a bit cold.
“And you can take care of others first…“ Other victims. Tim is a … victim. He doesn’t like the idea and so avoids saying the word. Sitting down cross legged, he puts on a wobbly smile to prove that he’s okay and not going to be a bother. The superhero can focus on the important details. “…Mister Shield?”
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And an appreciation for superheroes, particularly those that are noble (a trait he’s assigned to his collective rescuers). When the leader comes back over, Tim is still crouched behind the crates and watching them. Peacekeeper, Nucleon, Wires, Dao. King Snake. He looks over at the question with a dazed expression.
“I’m not hurt.” It’s true - he’s not in any physical pain. Confused, yes, but not debilitated by it. More… detached, but he won’t understand that until it passes. Tim pushes his hair back to hide dried blood in it from the fall in his cell before anyone can clock it and he winds up in a hospital. He just wants to go home.
“So it’s a pretty cool debut for you.” Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? He was lucky enough to get kidnapped when someone, the army or a guild, had a new team waiting in the wings for a big, splashy debut. There’ll be news vans to catch the perp walks and Tim will end up on the news with a blanket over his shoulders. It beats dying though, and he is a bit cold.
“And you can take care of others first…“ Other victims. Tim is a … victim. He doesn’t like the idea and so avoids saying the word. Sitting down cross legged, he puts on a wobbly smile to prove that he’s okay and not going to be a bother. The superhero can focus on the important details. “…Mister Shield?”