"You're sure about this?" asked Charles, and Harbinger nodded.
"I'm damned sure I want to try it," Harbinger told him. "If it doesn't work out, it's... what's that saying? No harm, no foul?"
He shrugged. "I don't actually know that one. But okay, nobody gets angry, nobody blames anybody?"
Harbinger nodded. "Exactly. Team Phoenix could use somebody to help with our mobility, and your other abilities would be hugely useful as well."
He took a deep breath. "And the part where I don't actually know how to fight?"
"You don't have to. You just have to keep yourself safe."
"Huh." He said. "Well, Troll thinks I can do it."
Harbinger nodded. "She's right. Plus, we're not a combat-heavy team, and if it really comes down to fighting that won't be your job anyway."
"Okay. That would be good. I mean, it's interesting stuff to learn, I'm just not any good at it yet."
Harbinger paused outside the door. "That's fine. You don't have to be. Come meet the rest of the team."
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