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𝐇𝐚𝐥 - To Henshaw, this would not feel like violence. It would feel like correction. Time for this Lantern's light to extinguish.

Gʀᴇᴇɴ Lᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ Tomar-Re Ⲋⲁⳑⲁⲕⲕ 𝐇𝐚𝐥 ... Mogo "He led it here," she whispered.

𝛥𝑟𝜄𝑠𝜄𝛼 Gʀᴇᴇɴ Lᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ Tomar-Re Ⲋⲁⳑⲁⲕⲕ 𝐇𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 Mogo Drifting a distance away from 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, Sinestro watched. After a moment, noting what was happening, a thin smile appeared. "Effective," he said. "Yet... expensive."

Tomar-Re 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑙. It landed with quiet precision. Sinestro allowed himself the smallest smile. "Perhaps," he said. "But it is rarely where things stay."

Evicted...! Here he was, the Green Lantern of this sector living in his brother's trailer. He wasn't presumed dead this time on his return, but at least he still had a roof over his head. This time... nope. Evicted. Great, just great...!

📲 Just back from a business trip. Sounds good! How's this, can you pick up the bill? Just trying to keep the lights on here!

📲 Welcome back Hal. That’s fine and looking forward to seeing you.

𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡.ᐣ 𝑀𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑗𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠... Hal stared up at the stars, sitting in a camping chair. So close, just a short flight away, all of them. He prayed for a mission.

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Scanning a debris field left behind by a shattered mining platform, Green Lantern noted the metal tumbling in slow arcs toward a populated trade lane. The fragments gathered, piece by piece, guided into a tight orbit by his construct for later retrieval.

Sitting on top of the trailer, Hal watched the sunset.