Summer looks up from her book and freezes. “You … aren’t Flyte.” To that self-evident remark, eyebrows high on her face, she adds, “Who are you?”
“Shouldn’t you be at least a little concerned about facing yourself? You said you could kill us all. I’m just saying it might not be that easy.” Summer’s starting to be a little concerned. There is a lot of hubris in this one, this Raven, and a lot of anger. “If it’s all the same, though, I’d rather not fight; it makes such a mess and Helios worries so.”
“I should, but I’m not because even though he’s me, he technically isn’t me.” Shaking his head, he begins to pace and gesture with his hands. “Nothing is ever easy. If it was then Midgard would be under my rule. Though then again we do wish everything was easy so our lives could be simpler.” Raven scoffs at her with a roll of his eyes. “If I wanted to fight I already would have caused mayhem. Besides. I made a promise that I’d keep destruction to an absolute minimum for an undisclosed amount of time.”
At this point Summer just kind of gapes at him. “No wonder Tony walked away from you. You really are a bag of cats. Mad cats. With fleas.” She has to laugh because otherwise she might cry, or scream, or — she doesn’t even know what; he’s an unsolvable rubik’s cube. “You would never have been able to rule humanity.”