For someone who was suppose to be dead, Lightning Storm was very much alive.

(But that was a reoccurring theme now, wasn't it? Oliver, Jack, now Lightning...did anyone actually ever stay dead?)

He looks like his life has been on the high rise since he last saw them all. He's dressed casual, but it's the same casual dressing that suggests he's use to wearing something fancy. He doesn't look uncomfortable. His blue hair is trimmed and neat, a perfect color match to his sister's.

It takes all of a moment for his last words to sink in. The eerie calmness of the statement "my Raiders" as if he was...as if lightning storm was the leader of them.

Julia hovers in his shadow, in awe, in fear, in silence. As if she was a witness to what was happening and not a player in it. It's obvious she brought him here.

It's obvious everyone is standing on a metaphorical thin ice. The weight of the silence threatens to crush them all, but what words were there to say?

Nova all but spits at them. Squirt breaths softly.

The thin ice that hold the group of mutants together, or apart, or just still as they all try to wrap their heads around how the hell the ten year old they left behind in the care of Zara had a grave in the local cemetery and was standing in front of them now seventeen years older and leader of the group that was trying to kill two kids--- all the ice was cracking.

Everyone's powers are negated.

But that never made any of them any less dangerous.

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