Wash. Hiccup. Hal. Robbie. Parker. Gwen. And more. Most of the team is nice to him. If they think he's some kind of weirdo, they at least keep it to themselves.

But his old self isn't something he can find again so easily. The Faceless' blood is in his veins and it isn't just going to go away. His body is still twisted and mutated and it can't be undone by him having a moment of clarity.

Maybe if this was a few months ago he'd have in him to fight harder but he's had to fight an awful lot for his sanity ever since he joined the Legion -- and before, in Gravity Falls, too.

"You need to run," he says, voice trembling. "It doesn't matter how hard I fight this, it's not going away. I can hear his voice screaming in my head, telling me to kill you."

The voice sounds too much like his own, just like the yellow light in his head had felt natural after Sinestro took him.

"But I might be able to fight it long enough for you to put some distance between us."