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Inhuman. Princess. Diplomat. Not a damsel in distress.

New Attilan
Joined April 2015
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I appreciate you trying to defend me, Pietro, but shut up.
The "loop" has been made perfectly clear more times than I can count.
It's unfortunate, but no one /knew/ this would happen. Be part of the solution.
my people, and /yours/ to the best of my ability, out of harm's way. I wouldn't expect you to apologize either.
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lurk our halls to stop and ask if what you're doing is even productive. I'm not going to apologize for keeping
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your allies from the /start/. We're doing our /best/ to get it under control, and you're too busy sending spies to-
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We understand it /perfectly/, but if you would open your eyes and see past the lies and slander, you'd see that we've been -
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Inhumanity. Sounds to me like you just don't want to admit that /Cyclops/ might be full of /slander/.
Consider it correction. It's obvious that the majority of you don't know /what/ you're talking about when you talk about-
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Does it make you feel less-special?
Anyway, I'm going for a drink. Our relations with the Far East are almost finally secured.
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Not to mention, we were on the brink of extinction before the mists... But, hey, whatever fits the narrative, right?
Our people need us to survive. I would say I'm sorry, but honestly? No one should have to apologize for protecting their own.
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The terrigen crystals and the mists created by them are the /essence/ of inhumanity and until now, maybe /still/ now, they're finite.
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And as for destroying the cloud being the end of your kind, Inhumans seemed to have been doing just fine before the cloud's release.
Patience is a virtue, right up until it runs out.
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One PR fiasco after another, battle after battle, shadow war after war. How long must we live this way?
You have to wonder how much strife the world can sustain before it crumbles.
It's nights like these where I miss a familiar touch.