"But it's the Multiversity now. There's no sun in space, only our Earth-1610."
Miles seemed a little short of oxygen after leaving the atmosphere. He tried to speak, and actually voiced what was on his mind.
That was right. The two Earths now faced each other, while all the celestial bodies around them had vanished, like two marbles held in an invisible hand.
Elderly Reed turned around, smiled kindly at Little Black Spider, and extended a metal arm to pat the boy on the shoulder.
"So, child, do you believe what I said?"
"Whether I believe it isn't important, right? The people on your Earth must have believed in you long ago." Miles scratched his head awkwardly. The honest Little Black Guy's face had even reddened. This old Reed felt very different.
Just seeing him made one feel a warmth like sunlight.
Heavenly Reed nodded slightly, then shook his head. He turned to look into the pitch-black universe, his gaze settling on the burning torch once more.
"Always hold hope in your heart. To many beings, humanity is nothing more than maggots, bacteria, test subjects. Under such circumstances, should humanity resign itself to fate? No. Humanity should believe in itself. Young man, never speak lightly of giving up. Deathstroke is right. We humans are the strongest race. Any act of abandoning one's human identity is putting the cart before the horse."
Little Black Spider nodded again and again. He did not quite understand, but it sounded very reasonable.
The people Deathstroke had brought along were also deep in thought. Only Jessica and Skye were now wondering whether they still counted as human.
As for the Ultimates, they probably had not taken any of it in.
They were all old hands. Who had not seen Verbal Sparring or drunk a little