Aramaic appeared on the walls, casting the room in red light, and then shifted to English:
YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED GUILTY
The mirrors shattered and the walls of the room fell away, leaving them in a much larger space. A bright light appeared in the ceiling, cast down on them, something that was almost like an eye, casting the light of its judgment upon them. And where the mirrors once stood, after they'd shattered to dust, a figure waited for them on each side.
On Vance's side was his father.
"You killed me," he said. "I knew. I always knew you were a monster inside. And look at what you did -- you killed your own father. I was right all along." He shook his head. "But I'm not going to fight you. Even though you killed me, I'm not one of the ones you failed the most."
He stepped back into the shadows, and another figure stepped forward instead, a figure in a spiky suit. Blood poured from the vents in it and his head lolled to the side like he was a broken doll.
"We needed you," Penance gasped out, his voice ragged. "We needed you, we were your family -- but you left us. And then you didn't -- you didn't even look for me. You knew no one else would care enough to, after it happened, but you were just like everyone else. You left me to rot. When I needed you the most."
Blue energy crackled around him.
"And because of that, this is who I am. It's all fake -- the laughter, the pretending I'm okay. This will be what I always really am, deep down inside. Broken. For good. Because you didn't care."
Laira Omoto appeared on Hal's side, in her Red Lantern state. Red, liquid fire spewed from her mouth and she gazed upon him with the utmost hate. She had no words for him, only a venomous hiss and then a horrible screech, as the red poured out of her, sizzling as it hit the stone floor.
She wasn't fully gone right now though. Alongside the hate in her eyes was the pain -- like she had just enough intelligence to understand what she'd been turned into.
And had just enough intelligence to blame Hal for it.
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Aramaic appeared on the walls, casting the room in red light, and then shifted to English:
YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED GUILTY
The mirrors shattered and the walls of the room fell away, leaving them in a much larger space. A bright light appeared in the ceiling, cast down on them, something that was almost like an eye, casting the light of its judgment upon them. And where the mirrors once stood, after they'd shattered to dust, a figure waited for them on each side.
On Vance's side was his father.
"You killed me," he said. "I knew. I always knew you were a monster inside. And look at what you did -- you killed your own father. I was right all along." He shook his head. "But I'm not going to fight you. Even though you killed me, I'm not one of the ones you failed the most."
He stepped back into the shadows, and another figure stepped forward instead, a figure in a spiky suit. Blood poured from the vents in it and his head lolled to the side like he was a broken doll.
"We needed you," Penance gasped out, his voice ragged. "We needed you, we were your family -- but you left us. And then you didn't -- you didn't even look for me. You knew no one else would care enough to, after it happened, but you were just like everyone else. You left me to rot. When I needed you the most."
Blue energy crackled around him.
"And because of that, this is who I am. It's all fake -- the laughter, the pretending I'm okay. This will be what I always really am, deep down inside. Broken. For good. Because you didn't care."
Laira Omoto appeared on Hal's side, in her Red Lantern state. Red, liquid fire spewed from her mouth and she gazed upon him with the utmost hate. She had no words for him, only a venomous hiss and then a horrible screech, as the red poured out of her, sizzling as it hit the stone floor.
She wasn't fully gone right now though. Alongside the hate in her eyes was the pain -- like she had just enough intelligence to understand what she'd been turned into.
And had just enough intelligence to blame Hal for it.