The door hissed slightly and Cesar peered around it. Rex was curled up on the bed, holding his knees to his chest. Cesar didn't even dare to walk in any further.

"Are you up?" he whispered into the dark room. Rex's bloodshot eyes rolled up and bore into his brother.

"How could I sleep?" he sniffled. Cesar felt the guilt come back. It wrenched in his heart.

"I thought we could talk, maybe." Cesar stared hopefully at his brother.

"Haven't you done enough?" he hissed back. This made Cesar cringe.

"I wanted to apologize."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I was wrong. I understand that."

"You think?" Cesar closed his eyes and sighed for the billionth time that day. He found the strength to walk in and sit down by his brother on the bed. Rex wasn't going to have it. He let his knees go and attacked his brother in one motion. One arm swung back and thrust his fist into his brother's shoulder. Cesar let out a whimper. The other fist followed. The motion continued, one punch, then another. The series of punching and whimpering went on. Each punch drove deep into Cesar's arm, almost touching bone. A normal punch was one thing. Several punches from a teenager who grew and used giant machines was another completely. Cesar had finally had enough. He swung his arm to fend the attack away with tears streaming down his face. It only delayed it. Rex wasn't aware of what had happened, since his eyes were closed. So, his attack continued, unaltered. The next shot his Cesar in the jaw since his arm was no longer in the way. His head flung back and the cracking of bones shuddered in the air. Rex's eyes snapped open. He stared on in shock as his brother's head flew back and cracked off the wall. A few drops of blood spluttered from his lips and splattered on the wall. His body slumped over, one arm fallen to his side and the other draped across his lap. A web of cracks was present where Cesar's head hit the wall. Rex uttered a quiet gasp.

"I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, oh god." Rex held his hands over his mouth. He began to hyperventilate. Still kneeling, he inched slowly over to his unmoving brother. "Cesar? You okay?" Rex began to reach over. The steeper slope of the mattress from Rex moving closer caused Cesar to topple over towards him. He fell directly into his lap.

Rex freaked out. He flailed and backed away as fast as possible, leaving his brother to fall down onto the mattress. Rex stared at him in fear. He then felt something under his butt. Confused, he looked down. He had ended up sitting on his pillow. Realizing this, an idea formed. Rex tilted his body and scooted the pillow out from under him. He held it in front of him as his butt met the bed with a 'whump'. He peered up over it to look at his brother. He still wasn't moving.

" 'Kay. Here goes…" Rex grabbed the pillow at one end. He lifted it slightly and brought it down on Cesar's head. He repeated this a few times, only making his brother's hair flutter a little. "Why-won't-you-wake-up?" Rex grunted in between pillow smacks. He sighed and let the pillow fall into his lap. "Well, I killed him alright." Thinking it over, Rex inched over again and brought his head level with his brother's. He looked at his face inquisitively. His eyes were closed and a line of blood ran from his slightly open mouth and trickled down his cheek onto the bed. Rex inhaled through his teeth. "Yep. Dead." He sat back up and looked around the room. He scratched his chin. "Would Six care? Psh, nah…Holiday…maybe." He perked up, alarmed. "I'm a murderer! Oh jeez, oh man!" Rex began to pace nervously. "I can't be a murderer! I'm a hero! Heroes don't kill people! …Do they? …No! No, no, no. Mraaaaaaaaah." He scooped the pillow back up and smashed it into his face. He groaned into it, still pacing. He stopped and began to bite the pillow angrily. "Thish ish shtupid!" he growled, muffled, into the pillow. He turned and threw the pillow at the door. He turned back, groaning. "Wait." A 90-degree turn ended him up facing the dresser. His phone sat by the corner. Rex walked over and picked it up. He unlocked it and began to scroll through his contacts. "I can't rust anyone in Providence. So…who can I tell? …Man, murder's hard." Rex scanned the short list. His eyes focused on Noah's name. "Yeah, Noah! He'd- wait. I know Noah 'cause he was a spy for Knight. Jeez. Sorry Noah." Rex began to scan the list again. His face brightened up. "Circe. Yeah! I mean- hmm…What time is it, anyway?" Rex escaped from the contacts and looked at the top-right corner of his screen. "Midnight? …She can't hate me forever, right?" Rex re-opened the contacts and selected Circe's name. He ground his teeth as the phone rang on the other end.