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Cerdian is not a Titan anymore, but he was. He'd also grown up with Caitria, whom he called Princess Little Fish to her eternal annoyance. She did look just like a little fish when she swam, full of joy and wonder at the entire world. Cait gave everyone a chance, even those who didn't rightly deserve it.

She was also the kindest person Cerdian had ever known. Now, she was gone, having died in defense of the kingdom that brought her no end of pain and suffering. How many times had she told him that being the princess of Atlantis would destroy her? How many times had she told him that it had destroyed her forebears in the past.

The throne now seemed to be crushing Arthur with the weight of the crown. The same crown that Cerdian had so often insisted she take up in defense of her people. He'd begged her to stand up for he people and each time she had, she'd been injured in some fashion. Now, she was dead.

Mera was dead. Koryak was dead. Arthur might as well be dead.

And soon, Cerdian knew that he, too, would die.

He does not cry in the Hall of Fallen Titans, but he does feel as though he's failed both the legacy of Aqualad, the people of Atlantis and above all, his only other friend from home.

He has failed too many people as it is, but he will not fail again. Never again.

He would stop failing them all, starting now.