Anger. Lies. Fury. Violation.
His breathing was heavy as he got up from the ground.
Rage. Power. Guilt. Shame.
He walked over to his friends and they welcomed him back to their team.
Confusion. Betrayal. Terror. Denial.
He went into his room, trying to make sense of it all.
Emnity. Bitterness. Passion. Secrets.
There was so much to think about. So much to work through.
Capture. Resilience. Chagrin. Resolve.
Slade had made him his apprentice.
Games. Scheming. Darkness. Doubt.
He had made him turn from his friends and steal from his own father.
Roots. Deception. Crypticness. Mystery.
He had filled his friends with probes and tried to kill them from the inside out so that he would stay.
Obedience. Servitude. Tricks. Genius.
But he had found a way out.
Escape. Cunning. Defection. Wit.
He could go back to his team and pretend that this never happened.
Justice. Uprightness. Leadership. Control.
He could ignore the likeness between Slade and himself.
Similarities. Sameness. Reflection. Dark.
He could focus on the likeness between himself and his father instead.
Determined. Serious. Obsessive. Ambitious.
So he would call his father today for the first time in months to say that he was sorry.
Forgiveness. Caring. Understanding. Love.
He would mend their relationship so that he wouldn't be alone in the world like Slade.
Family. Friends. Joy. Hope.