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Circles of Pain.

Not so internal dialogue.

Norman Osborn

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Not so internal dialogue.

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"She's our responsibility, Norman."

"Yes, of course she is."

"Therefore, so is he."
  • It's hard to find a boundary, isn't it? Norman, her Norman, is only half an observer to his other side's thoughts and opinions. Hate her? No. Be thrilled about it? No. You see, what applies to her, applies to him.
    • She winds her green around him, half to restrain and half to reassure. Oh, please give her an excuse... We should leave, before someone recognises you.
      • Perhaps you're right.

        There are, after all, black suits dotted liberally through this tourist crowd, and more subtle survelliance is inevitable.
        • Of course I am. She wraps her power around them, and they fade from the notice of everyone that might be watching. "Take us back."
          • Mm. He tugs her close, for ease of transport (obviously), and then they fall through the threads, disappearing away home.
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