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The yellow haired teen ran quickly in the forest, brushing aside branches and twigs just milliseconds before they flew straight on his face. He panted. Heavily. But continued to run nonetheless.

He could sense he was being chased. By whom, he wasn't sure, but he knew he had to escape. In a reckless gesture he leaned his head slightly, trying to look at his pursuer, but this was followed by an immediate thump as he fell right on the ground. "No!" he screamed in his thoughts, but as usual, as the way he has been living for such a long time, no voice came out of his mouth. He dared not look back, surrounded by shrubbery and his speeding breath, and then everything went black. He could not see a thing, and he felt a souring pain in his eyes, but after reaching for them, trying to rub the dark away, his eyes were no longer there, and only hollow eye sockets remained. "No! My eyes!" He shouted in his mind, almost hearing it in his ears. The blindness seemed to be deeper than just not being able to see, but also as if a part of his soul was ripped away. Even with no eyes, he felt as if he was going to burst into tears, but suddenly at all faded away…

-TT-

Jericho woke up with cold sweat, scurrying for a mirror, knowing there was one on his dresser. He grabbed it tightly and watched his reflection. His eyes were still there, glowing with their emerald shine. He sighed a long released breath as the door hastily opened, Herald almost shouting, "Jericho! Are you alright? I thought I heard you… I thought I heard something…". The mute signed while smiling a slightly forced grin at his friend. Nothing. Just a bad dream. Herald relaxed his muscles. "Well, if there is any trouble, just push the emergency button". Jericho felt for a moment that he was being treated like an elderly person who couldn't take care of himself, but that emotion quickly faded, as he knew that his friend had only the best intentions in mind. he signed to his friend a swift Goodnight as Herald left the room.

Sleeping wasn't in his mind at all, and each night made him wearier for the concept of sleep in general. Jericho disliked losing control like he had in his nightmares, after all, his whole essence was all about control. His powers forced him to make sure he is in control, lest he not be shoved violently out of the body he was possessing. He never tried to account the number or identity of the various bodies that he has possessed over the years. After all, they were just bodies, weren't they? Jericho used to think that, but that thought had proved to painfully false. With each body came memories, the things that make the body- a person. And those fragmented memories of so many different people, so many different lives… They could drive someone insane. But Jericho clanged quite bravely to his sanity, and retained composure that many of his fellow Titans envied.

But those dreams, those freighting hallucinations that haunted him, of losing his eyes… His power… His gateway to a world he no longer has a voice in… It was a dreadful thought. But his body gave up as he fell into a graceful slumber, blissfully dreamless. And when he woke up, the sunlight had almost caught up to his eyes, but he was able to avoid the blindness that the bright light invited, as it was every morning. After all, he hated to feel blind.