Trickshot stared in surprise at Winter. “You really think so?”
“I do,” said Winter, nodding slowly. “And it pains me to admit it because I really was trying to kill Dark Thunder. I thought Bolt was gone, but after this, I have to conclude that he’s still alive. Weaker, with almost no influence over his body, but still very much alive. Which is fitting, considering how stubborn a kid Bolt is.”
Winter said that last part affectionately, causing even Trickshot to smile for the first time in a while.
Dark Thunder, however, looked like he was on the verge of an emotional meltdown. His fists shook and sparked with electricity, while his eyes flashed green light like a light show. “You’re wrong. Bolt is dead. I personally killed him. There’s not one shred of that man left alive anywhere inside
