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Lifeless blue eyes met the dark yet again as Destin opened his eyes for the fourth time since he awoke from his so-called 'slumber' in this god-forsaken cave. There wasn't even any way to get out of it. Or maybe there was one... but Destin lacked any drive to even look for it. He looked at his hands, making out the dark, dried smears all over his palms, forearms. It was dried blood. And it was all over him. Blood from a half a century ago... And... that blood wasn't even the blood of those who fought for Gestus... it was all his.

Destin was in the middle of the war, watching as each and every comrade he knew, every Dream Walker he came to cherish as family, fall one by one. Eventually, the strain was too much... In a fit of anguish, he uttered a pained scream that came from the despair that was in his heart. Blood was seeping from his pores, and eventually, his skin tore, sending more crimson gushes out from his body. At the final note of his scream, he entirely exploded into a bloody spray.

Yet here he was... alive and well... perhaps safe for the fact that he was now totally broken. He felt weak, powerless, useless... and he knew it, he even willingly accepted it. Their cause was over... Gestus won. Every Dream Walker must've been slaughtered... and that meant that Destin had nothing left to fight for. He had nothing in the real world... and now he had nothing in the Interactive Dream Dimension... he was the jinx. He had to be.

And just like the broken man...or boy that he was, he began to cry. He began to cry, and eventually, cry to sleep like he had done the previous two times before.