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All Might had barely finished his grave warning to Joel before a woman came to gather them. He’d still been unconscious when she’d come before, so he hadn’t recognized her as the others had. Her directions were brief and to the point, and soon enough, she led them away towards a massive elevator.

All Might noticed Joel’s skeptical look as he took his daughter’s hand and followed into the elevator with the others. A sliver of doubt formed in him at that. Surely a rugged survivor like Joel could sense something off here, right? Or was the old hero merely jumping at shadows? Perhaps his shock and grief couldn’t be [i]completely[/i] dismissed as causes for his anxiety, but there just wasn’t any shaking this deep feeling that something was very wrong here.

Like many of the others, he boarded the elevator in silence, keeping to himself during the whole awkward ride. The entire time was spent questioning himself, whether his ingrained sense of danger had been skewed during the past year of his retirement, or if his worry for Midoriya roaming around as a vigilante still had him paranoid. Was he overreacting? Had he potentially frightened that sweet little girl for nothing?

Then, they arrived. The lot of them stepped out of the elevator and into a massive opulent office. All Might’s attention immediately focused in on the clear owner of such an office, and the instant he made eye contact, he could feel his blood run cold. For a split second, he could have fooled himself into thinking he was staring into the smug face of All for One. All doubt in his mind was wiped away at that, the old hero’s fists clenching at his sides, a pulse of phantom pain throbbing in the massive twisted scar that engulfed the left side of his abdomen. This was not All for One, he knew that, but… Whoever this Lex Luthor was, he had the same smile, the same air of superiority, the same manipulative look in his cold eyes.

Despite being put fully on edge by this man, All Might knew now was not the time to make hasty actions. There was still information to gather, and with any luck Luthor would provide it himself. Besides, there were already plenty of others getting up in the man’s face, posturing and making demands. He opted instead to remain standing at the edge of the room, his posture back to its previous meek slouching. Best to play the weak fool for now until he could gauge the full scope of their situation.

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