[ “going back to normal”—? falco’s brows crease the more he tries to pull down the growing sting from within the bridge of his nose. rapid blinking was fruitless at keeping his tears at bay, but instead of going red, his eyes carry a greenish tint as he cries.

now he doesn’t know what’s real or not. ]

The last thing I remember . . . Everyone was . . . You were— titans. [ gone. he doesn’t see how anything could have changed. ] Time moves differently, here. L-Like, in Paths, but—

How could anything be normal after that—?