Jon Silvercloud watched his natural and adopted children stroll about the site of their most impactful shared trauma. An event that left them both physically and emotionally scarred, and the location of his biggest failure as a father and protector. With the change in the atmosphere from the last nineteen visits to the tree, Forge wasn’t about to repeat his mistake. The older mutant opened the back hatch of the Land Rover and produced the modified rescue rotary saw he’d been saving for such an occasion. With the two-handed machine in tow, Forge approached Troy in time to witness Eva and Nate’s embrace. “Oh, dip,” Jon echoed the Redshaw.
Forge panned his eyes across to Jimmy, who had returned from the far side of the tree with a new accessory, but Jon was more interested in watching Jimmy’s footing bunch the roots and the larger branches that hung down all over the clearing. “Okay, Bookmen,” Forge repeated the nickname that should have just been his mutant call sign at this point. “What Zap said,” how could they help?