[ One thing could drive him from his self-imposed grieving over the loss of Tony and it follows him when he teleports; it hurries in his wake as he stalks the street the signal his warding gave off; it stares at the ghost of a dead Freyja, momentarily distracted as Loki takes his twin's arm to steer him away.
The phantom Boy has no pupils, eyes black as the void as he shimmers with green deadlight. ]
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The phantom Boy has no pupils, eyes black as the void as he shimmers with green deadlight. ]
Come along, keep moving. They'll follow.