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[treadstone]

Well, here he is again. And it might be completely unsurprising that it took him a moment to remember that he’d been here before but once he’d finished figuring that out he moved on through the crowd and wandered, actually, completely out of the forum.

Right, he remembered his question from that last time and thought some on what would come out of his mouth this time around but first, he got a coffee. No idea how he knew where to go in this kind of place, but never the less. Webb returned and observed the forum for a small while. His brows ebbed in a little and he decided to not make his question political again. That always ended the same way.

Instead he sat and chose to ask something a little more personal. “Do you have a family?”

Seemed liked a good time to talk about family.

[ooc: PS sorry about dropping off the face of the earth :/ ]

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[brave_heart_verity]

He's got his choice of la crème de la crème now, and whatever fruit he likes. And if he decides to go home again, he'll go knowing it was his choice; there's a power in that.

"I suppose fearing uncertainty hasn't really been an option for me. The way things would happen... living in the city meant I had to adapt to never knowing what would happen next. Would my favorite deli be open, or had it been wrecked by some costumed villain takedown fight? Was the mayor still the mayor, or had he been replaced with a life-model decoy? Were the aliens going to invade again or had they finally learned not to try?" And none of this seems to particularly bother her. These things just happened. Whatever. Moving on with life.

[treadstone]

There was power in that, and frankly he didn't know why he decided to go ba- wait, yes he did. Syria, still wanted to keep an eye on that.

David listened to her world with a rather unfazed sort of expression. If this was him some years ago, he'd not believe her. Considering everything he's seen over the course of his first world deviation? Eh. None of what she spoke about seemed too out of reach.

"Guess I was lucky, my world didn't have any of those kinds of problems. Biggest issue currently is ISIS. I mean, on a world politics front. That and the fact that Donald Trump is somehow an actual running candidate for the Republican Party."

[brave_heart_verity]

She's not sure what ISIS is or who Donald Trump is, but. "We accidentally had a Nazi superhuman as secretary of state for a while." She can relate, to a degree. Her world didn't have too many rich idiots for too long. They tend to lose their fortunes or their lives. Usually, both, if they've crossed the wrong people. "He was just wearing a mask and nobody noticed. So what's Isis, some cultists she's given powers to?"

[treadstone]

Well, a Nazi superhuman is close enough, really. Eventually the mask will fall, but after how long? How many lives must be destroyed before there's enough to knock them out? These were the people that programs like Treadstone or Blackbriar should go after, but they they'd just be going after their own people more times than not.

It was complicated. It always would be.

"That's a long story," he exhaled. "But essentially? Terrorists."

The whole situation was a lot more complicated than the public knew, but he couldn't talk about it. He paused for a moment and then, "How did you deal with that? The Nazi superhuman."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Oh, I'm sorry." Terrorists are, unfortunately, something she understands all too well. The ones she's seen are just as likely to be disgruntled religious extremists as people in bee-keeping costumes.

She thinks back, worrying her lower lip between her teeth while she tries to remember. "Honestly? I think the Avengers beat him up. It's kind of what they do. Violence begets violence and all that."