The silence that followed my words was fucking glorious.
I watched them all, cataloging reactions like a butcher examining cuts of meat. Raphael's face had gone red enough to match the Phantom's colors. Jacob looked like he was calculating the probability of surviving the next ten minutes. Soomin's eyes were wide, that pink hair of hirs practically vibrating with nervous energy.
Skylar just popped her gum again.
Then Raphael exploded.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" His fists started crackling, blue energy dancing across his knuckles. The coffee table between us rattled. "You think you're too good for us? Think being Rank One makes you some kind of god?"
He took a step forward, shoulders heaving.
"You're still just a piece of trash who ended up in the same dump as the rest of us! You don't get to—"
"You're right."
