LumaThePhoenix
Ten Thousand Club
Tyson nods. "You're right and I'm grateful for that. I really am...and this will sound silly, but it's also what I'm afraid of. I guess I'm just now starting to realize it. I'm...scared of fighting alongside people I care for because of what happened to Aurora and Jasmine. We were so unprepared. Robby's wife was killed right in front of him, and yet he stayed strong and held on to his morals. He kept being a good person even though his anger was through the roof. He told me he's not mad at me, but it doesn't stop me for being mad at myself for not supporting him. We were both hurting. He kept fighting to stay strong, but I ran away. I ran away from him, from Pridius, from everyone. I wasn't any good to my friends if I couldn't help them stop our enemies. I was broken to the point that I was desperate for a way to end the pain. That's when I ended up being deathmarked by Arkalas. The worst part was that when it first happened, I was fine with it. If it were just me dying, I wouldn't have to worry about going through that pain ever again. No more failure. No more despair. No more existence. By the time I found out my death wouldn't stop Arkalas from trying to erase everything from existence, I realized that I had made yet another mistake. That's why I came to this world...or at least came back to it. I thought that if I could at least stop him from getting to Diana and regaining his immortal form, I could die knowing my final action was a noble one. Thankfully, we ended up defeating him, but there was so much trauma that came before it. All because I wasn't strong enough to stop him myself. I'd love to have you by my side to finally put an end to Pridius and his crew, but I'm also afraid that something might happen to you if you do fight with me."
