Re: Black Lantern Cait
Memories of when he was eleven are coming back. They weren't fun. They weren't pretty. He doesn't want to do that again. "Can't. Won't."
The blade flashes at the hand reaching out to him, and cuts a swath of flame and flesh.
"Have to save the world."
He gives a mad cackle as he does so.
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