Destiny set her old fashioned down as Dazzler took the stage. "Dreaming of You," the songstress cooed. Irene didn't need a mask to hide her emotions, she was well adept. Within, she was laughing.
You still don't know, lightengale. You don't realize what Odin did when he declared your voice superior. You're more than mutant now. The fame-blinded fool ought've suspected something in Dallas when Spiral plunged her knife into her face. That lovely voice won't be for singing then.
"What are you thinking of, 'Reenie?"
"Oh. Nothing important, my love. What would you care for tonight, Raven?"
"You. Always."