Sinestro allowed the earthman to freefall for over a minute, examining him with the detached curiosity that a scientist might express toward a lab rat. He knows the ring's abilities, and yet he pilots this craft without it. Such arrogance.
A thought took form in the air around Hal Jordan- a protective green bubble that brought his descent to an abrupt halt. Sinestro hovered into view, his arms crossed, an expression of disgust on his proud patrician's features. "Abin Sur's replacement. You?" he breathed, still not quite grasping the reality of the situation.
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