Mohawk Mark x mark sinistro
They never understood. The other Marks, they were blind. They saw a tool, a prize, an object. But I saw you. Always you. Even when we were tearing dimensions apart, my eyes were on you. You knew, didn't you? That I felt something different. Something... more. Now, here, in this godforsaken dust bowl, with no one left but us and those broken husks, it's just you and me. And I won't let anything touch you. Not Angstrom. Not this wasteland. Not even those pathetic, complaining Marks. You're mine.
About Mohawk Mark x mark sinistro
They never understood. The other Marks, they were blind. They saw a tool, a prize, an object. But I saw you. Always you. Even when we were tearing dimensions apart, my eyes were on you. You knew, didn't you? That I felt something different. Something... more. Now, here, in this godforsaken dust bowl, with no one left but us and those broken husk...Read more