Cosmic King looks out at the fight blearily, looks up at the pretty colored bubbles as if lost in his own head.
"Pretty," he says fuzzily. Then he looks and sees the captured Legionnaires, at the bloody and unconscious Brainy, and his eyes go wide with horror. "Brainy?"
Tears roll down his face.
"Nnno. No. No no no no."
His voice is high and frightened, like a child's, like he's a toddler having a tantrum. He stands, unsteady on his feet, sees the Legionnaires pouring into the room. To his blurred vision and twisted mind, all he sees are enemies. Enemies trying to get to the Legionnaires trapped in the center of the room. They're trapped. Trapped and in chains and he sees uniforms. The right uniforms are at his back. A black symbol of Saturn and short blonde hair - Imra. Lightning bolts, a familiar costume - Garth.
Friends. Friends are at his back and the rest...they're all strangers. The "L" insignias don't even register.
He holds up his hands and now that the Legionnaires are close, a glowing latticework of implanted technology is visible, threaded through the flesh of his palms and wrists, in a way that looks painful. He tries to find any metal he can use against them.
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"Pretty," he says fuzzily. Then he looks and sees the captured Legionnaires, at the bloody and unconscious Brainy, and his eyes go wide with horror. "Brainy?"
Tears roll down his face.
"Nnno. No. No no no no."
His voice is high and frightened, like a child's, like he's a toddler having a tantrum. He stands, unsteady on his feet, sees the Legionnaires pouring into the room. To his blurred vision and twisted mind, all he sees are enemies. Enemies trying to get to the Legionnaires trapped in the center of the room. They're trapped. Trapped and in chains and he sees uniforms. The right uniforms are at his back. A black symbol of Saturn and short blonde hair - Imra. Lightning bolts, a familiar costume - Garth.
Friends. Friends are at his back and the rest...they're all strangers. The "L" insignias don't even register.
He holds up his hands and now that the Legionnaires are close, a glowing latticework of implanted technology is visible, threaded through the flesh of his palms and wrists, in a way that looks painful. He tries to find any metal he can use against them.
"Stay away! My friends. They're my friends."