Shaw clapped, apparently enjoying Reimu's answer. He even let out a hearty chuckle, raising his glass as if in toast to the response.
"See, was that so hard? But here's the real kicker. Y'see... this war is necessary. And you, those strongest among mutant kind, benefit from it the most more than any profit I could possibly make. This war was bound to happen. And it will absolutely destroy the world as we know it... But I happen to feel it will be for the better."
Shaw set down his drink, set down the cigar, and began to step forward, shouldering off the smoking jacket and revealing a simple sleeveless, skintight top beneath. And a musculature the envy of any of them. The man obviously didn't screw around when it game to his gym time.
"Genosha and the US are going to wipe themselves out. Clean off the face of this god-forsaken planet. And when it's all said and done... only the strong... the true Homo Superior... will be left standing. Now, we can either do this the hard way... or you can get with the program and realize just where you're going to stand in this world."
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"See, was that so hard? But here's the real kicker. Y'see... this war is necessary. And you, those strongest among mutant kind, benefit from it the most more than any profit I could possibly make. This war was bound to happen. And it will absolutely destroy the world as we know it... But I happen to feel it will be for the better."
Shaw set down his drink, set down the cigar, and began to step forward, shouldering off the smoking jacket and revealing a simple sleeveless, skintight top beneath. And a musculature the envy of any of them. The man obviously didn't screw around when it game to his gym time.
"Genosha and the US are going to wipe themselves out. Clean off the face of this god-forsaken planet. And when it's all said and done... only the strong... the true Homo Superior... will be left standing. Now, we can either do this the hard way... or you can get with the program and realize just where you're going to stand in this world."