As Roy woke up, he cried himself to sleep in Donna's arms for days; he had never been into tears, but the mere thought that he had failed her again, and that this time there was no turning back…

How many times had he promised Cheshire to watch over their little treasure, their etai yazi? When she told him of his daughter. When she put her in his arms. When she had the chance to run away with her but, instead, let their daughter with him and allow the Titans to bring her back in prison… and many others. And yet…

And yet, how many times had he broken the promise? How many times who he was, who his family was, had put Lian into jeopardy? The man who tried to sell her as a sex slave was just the point of the iceberg… and now, this…

Donne kept repeating that it wasn't his fault, that he had been a good dad, but, still… still, his daughter, a child, was gone (and he hated himself because he wasn't giving a damn about the thousands of other people who lost their lives as well with her), while he was allowed, he was doomed, he was cursed to live…

When they told him about Ollie, he didn't cry, though; remembering what Grace once told him – that he was supposed to be a better hero for her, that he had to set up an example and so on – he knew that, like his father, he no longer was the same man as before: like his father, he had lost what it made him what he was – and there was no longer a reason to be still that man.