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[color=gray][sub]"[b]...I think a better name is Enhanced, because that's what we are. We are great, we are powerful, we are ultimate![/b]"

[i]Well, he's not wrong, is he?[/i]

He watched the broadcast with an ear bud in, brow furrowed over his phone. What Reaper was doing was risky, dangerous, absolutely [i]suicidal[/i] but he kind of understood it. Sometimes it took someone kind of suicidal to get a point across, an impassioned speech here and there was [i]nothing[/i] compared to what people without powers were doing to them. He didn't agree with [i]all[/i] of Reaper's points, which was often the problem with radicals, but he agreed with [i]most[/i] of his points. They weren't [i]Altered[/i], they were [i]better[/i].

"[b]...soon all who are like me will hear my call & together America shall fall.[/b]"

He took a sip of his coffee, shaking his head and clicking out of the video. He had been lucky, compared to some others. No one had suspected him of gaining a power which suited him fine because he preferred to keep his head down. He had never had any grandiose desire to be a hero, there was little part of Devan that genuinely [i]cared[/i] to save anyone. He liked to monitor people, watch them closely, but that was more out of a desire for control than a desire to see them thrive. The tragedy in Chicago had very little effect over him personally, although, unlike Reaper, he would not say he preferred that more death had come of it.

[i]No[/i], he thought as he scrolled through Twitter, looking at the shock and alarm over the broadcast. [i]There's something to be said about subtlety.[/i]

Reaper was [i]not[/i] subtle in any way but his continued ability to conceal his identity. That was the other issue Devan had with him but these were things that could easily be rectified. Too bad he didn't know the guy. He wasn't even sure that he would [i]want[/i] to know him, seemed like a lot of trouble. More trouble than it was worth. However, if there were an uprising of the Enhanced, he wasn't going to sit aside idly while they struck.

Another sip of his coffee and he could feel the tips of his fingers burning. He exhaled through his nose and adjusted the bandages on his hands. However, maybe being "Advanced" wasn't all it was cracked up to be.[/sub][/color]