"They actually left." Su Ming rubbed Big Cat's head and shook his own with some emotion. "I didn't expect you to be such a good talker. Here, this is your reward."
As he spoke, Su Ming used Quantum Concepts to manifest a tiny toy mouse, a little trinket woven from yarn, the kind that could hang from a keychain as decoration.
As for whether Dream of a Thousand Cats had keychains, if it wanted one, then it could have one. That was what dreams were.
But then, watching Wayfinder and his followers turn around and head back, Deathstroke fell silent again.
"That was because we worked well together, Slade." Kitty accepted the toy mouse and smacked it around with her paws. "Your earlier nonsense had already broken through his psychological defenses. I only suggested a possibility, and he collapsed, meow."
Or perhaps a retreating Wayfinder had always been one possible direction for the story to develop.
"That makes sense. The Wayfinder we met wasn't the Superhero from the memories, and he didn't know what he would face if he kept moving forward. He was only a young man who had lost his country and family. When faced with a difficult choice, running away was the easiest decision to make. Of course, that's only from a logical perspective, but I don't think what we're dealing with necessarily follows logic."
Lighting a cigarette, Su Ming took a deep drag. It seemed the road ahead would be traveled by just himself and Kitty. Wayfinder's tolerance was too low; he couldn't coexist with the Spider-Man Su Ming was playing, so there was no point bringing him along.
Bringing Wayfinder along would have let them use him and his underlings to take the heat, which was an advantage. But compared to that, the identity of