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[blindbirdboy]

"Yeah, they're real. Left one's ...hurt."

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[blindbirdboy]

"Yeah," He shook his head, explaining between bites, "I've met guys like that, Chesterfield Chesterfield the third of the Oxford Chesterfields." Hadn't actually been the guy's name, but it had definitely been something similar, "And I don't take people that high, I mean, I can process the air that thin, but I know other people can't and honestly I shouldn't even be able to lift anybody at all, hollow bones don't lend themselves to that kind of strength."

An easy shrug, "But something about muscle density or fibers or something, I don't know, I just know that I can carry people and don't question it too much, since I'm pretty sure that's when I'd start dropping them."

Everything Exodus had said previously, the clones and the power burnout, it sounded familiar, considering how they'd run into an actual clone of Max before, but he was, likewise, happy enough to table that discussion for later.

A name had caught his attention, though, and so he asked: "Xavier, though, he's the one operating out of New York, isn't he?" He knew the name, and it was going to nag at him that he didn't know why.