But Soren's right. He didn't think this through. He got so caught up in the drama, the adventure, that he didn't bother to process what was directly in front of him: the deaths of countless people, countless individuals. Mothers and fathers and heroes and villains and dumb, idealistic kids like him and their best friends.
His mother and father. His classmates. Vee and Duke and Destra. Flora.
Puppet's blank eyes, dressed in miniatures of his sister's clothes, are almost taunting him. Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Didn't you realize you can only be special when everyone else is dead?
"I can't breathe," he says quietly, before sitting down hard.
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But Soren's right. He didn't think this through. He got so caught up in the drama, the adventure, that he didn't bother to process what was directly in front of him: the deaths of countless people, countless individuals. Mothers and fathers and heroes and villains and dumb, idealistic kids like him and their best friends.
His mother and father. His classmates. Vee and Duke and Destra. Flora.
Puppet's blank eyes, dressed in miniatures of his sister's clothes, are almost taunting him. Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Didn't you realize you can only be special when everyone else is dead?
"I can't breathe," he says quietly, before sitting down hard.