"I can't stay here with you. I already left before we got here, Gwen."

The yellow light burned bright.

"It happened when the yellows dragged me away. I can't fight it anymore: the yellow light. It's been burning me up inside ever since." His voice grew quieter. "And it started doing it even before. Because of him."

The one he'd seen when the two of them had punched each other until they both bled in the magical trap outside the Spectre's tomb. Him.

"I already took his offer. He gave me somewhere I can belong. Now I'll never be the weirdest one in the room."

His arms started to shift and lengthen as he mutated. His sleeves had already been ripped and damaged but now they shredded as his body changed. Bones made terrible cracking noises as they bent in ways they weren't supposed to go.