Deathstroke, whom everyone had been talking about, was now delivering a speech to the Spider-Men who had stayed behind.
First, he affirmed everyone's contributions to protecting the collective known as the Spider Totem, while also commemorating the Spiders who had sacrificed themselves or met with unfortunate deaths.
Next, he began filling everyone with inspirational platitudes, telling them that the road was winding but the future was bright, that justice would surely triumph over evil, and that the Inheritors, who ate people, were undoubtedly on the evil side.
Finally, he put on a show of asking about Superior Spider-Man's operation, then expressed high hopes for it and shared his analysis with everyone.
He said that if the operation succeeded, their side would seize the initiative, gain the right to choose the battlefield, ambush the enemy, and ultimately launch a counterattack, completely removing everyone's worries.
The premise was that Superior Spider's plan had to succeed; otherwise, things would become a little troublesome. But as a Superhero, Deathstroke always believed in other Heroes. They would definitely succeed, right?
After finishing that string of insincere boilerplate, smiles filled everyone's faces. The warm food in their stomachs made them offer Deathstroke heartfelt applause.
Of course, those disabled people without arms or legs could whistle. At least they still had heads.
After the speech, Deathstroke walked through the crowd carrying crates of soda, checking whether everyone had eaten enough and whether they needed rest. He also had Little Wong use magic to redecorate the place a little—really, just bringing in some sofas and beds from elsewhere so the Spiders would at least have somewhere softer to sit.
Even Captain Universe Spider-Man, who was critically injured and unconscious, received a visit from Deathstroke and the others. Deathstroke tucked several packs of instant noodles and cartons of milk