“Explain ‘a lot worse.’” Maybe he wouldn’t want to – it wasn’t any of her business, after all – but her curiosity was nudged. She wanted to know more; just how far did it have to go with the Wraiths before you were staring down the long haul of the prison system? Hadn’t some of the Supers here actually been drafted out of prison? It must have to get bad to go in the reverse direction.
He had an intense look, this boy; she imagined in another setting, with a different dynamic between them, it might have been intimidating. Raven wasn’t intimidated. If anything, she was getting more curious. She levelled the stare right back; her own maintaining the slightest bit of humour by a slight upturn at the corners of her red lips.
One of her eyebrows raised slightly when he mentioned his father. “Parents seem to leave us their worst,” she agreed. “But if you want little bits of freedom extended to you, there are ways to give the impression that you’re playing for the team.”