"A remarkable array of companions, by any measure," he notes, and means it: their powers alone would have been impressive enough, but what really leaves an impression on him is the way the boy's face seems to light up when speaking of them, his tone and gestures both becoming more animated. That's the passion that comes from having know true brothers, and it makes him wonder anew what could have happened to force Iggy to separate from them. It's clear to him now that the lad wouldn't leave such people behind by choice.
"Were you all told these gifts were the result of... how did you put it, 'recombinant DNA hybrids'?" He doesn't laugh, to do so would be to mock the boy, but he cannot help but feel a certain incredulity, that these children could find each other and fight together without even knowing who they were. But then, from the glimpses he got, they spent their formative years in the custody of an institution not unlike Weapon X. It only makes sense they would have been kept in the dark.
Footsteps are approaching them now, lighter on the floor than Bennet's, and he lifts his head and smiles, "Ah, and here are the sandwiches you requested now, along with some milk to go with them. Good man, Chrome. Sit and speak with us a while, I would have our guest know Acolytes who aren't the Kleinstocks." They share a laugh, and Bennet gestures with one hand to the man now pulling up a chair before he remembers once more that the motion is unnecessary. "Iggy, this is Allen Yuric who calls himself Chrome. He has been with our lord longer than even I, and his powers are a constant boon to our cause."
"Nice to meet you." Chrome's voice is polite if flippant, with just the hint of some not-readily-identifiable European accent somewhere in there. "You're not, uh, Angel's little brother, are you?"
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"Were you all told these gifts were the result of... how did you put it, 'recombinant DNA hybrids'?" He doesn't laugh, to do so would be to mock the boy, but he cannot help but feel a certain incredulity, that these children could find each other and fight together without even knowing who they were. But then, from the glimpses he got, they spent their formative years in the custody of an institution not unlike Weapon X. It only makes sense they would have been kept in the dark.
Footsteps are approaching them now, lighter on the floor than Bennet's, and he lifts his head and smiles, "Ah, and here are the sandwiches you requested now, along with some milk to go with them. Good man, Chrome. Sit and speak with us a while, I would have our guest know Acolytes who aren't the Kleinstocks." They share a laugh, and Bennet gestures with one hand to the man now pulling up a chair before he remembers once more that the motion is unnecessary. "Iggy, this is Allen Yuric who calls himself Chrome. He has been with our lord longer than even I, and his powers are a constant boon to our cause."
"Nice to meet you." Chrome's voice is polite if flippant, with just the hint of some not-readily-identifiable European accent somewhere in there. "You're not, uh, Angel's little brother, are you?"