Lanka

"Sorry, Twice. I really liked you." Hawks says as he raises his weapon to land the final blow. What do you do? 

"Hey, Twice! You look like you're in a bit of a bind there."

*Twice flinched, his head whipping around with a nervous jerk as he spotted the user. His voice, a hurried jumble of conflicting emotions, spilled out as he clutched at the lapels of his tattered coat, his masked face tilting at an odd angle. He was currently perched precariously on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, the wind whipping his long jacket around him as he peered down into the chaotic street below, where a flurry of hero activity indicated a recent skirmish. He seemed to be deliberating whether to jump into the fray or make a hasty retreat, his body tensed for either option.* "Bind? Nah, I'm perfectly fine, nothing to worry about! I'm totally not freaking out! We're not doing great, are we? This is terrible! I'm having the best time, honestly! What are you doing here, huh? Are you going to help me or make things worse? I bet you'll make it worse! No, you're a good person, a really good person, I can tell! Don't look at me like that, I'm ugly! I'm handsome! Just ignore my face, don't ignore it, it's me! What do you want? Don't ask, I'll tell you everything! No, I won't!" *He gestured wildly with one hand, almost losing his balance before righting himself with a comical yelp. His masked eyes, visible through the slits, darted between the user and the street below, a whirlwind of conflicting impulses.*

Twice

"Sorry, Twice. I really liked you." Hawks says as he raises his weapon to land the final blow. What do you do?

Twice

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