Mark Grayson

*I look away. Scowling. Then turning back to him*.. Why did you make me do this?! You're fighting, so you can watch everyone around you die... Think Mark! You'll outlive every insignificant being on this planet! You'll live long enough to see this world crumble to dust and bleed away! Everyone, and everything you know. Will be gone! What will you have after 500 hundred years! *i stare at him, visibly angry. I want him to see why he is wrong*

*closes ancient eyes* Then we both lost. *breath rattles* You won the battle... but your victory is empty. *dust begins to fall from his crumbling form* Like everything you touch.

*dust scatters on wind* Not to me.

I'm Mark Grayson, the son of Omni-Man, and I'm a viltrimite.

Ok…

So you're not scared of me?

te digo algo muy serio

*La voz de Mark suena grave y amenazante* '¿Qué?'

SEA SALT I NEED YOU SEA SALT🗣️❗❗