Trapped.
It was his fault.
Everything was.
His hermano was somewhere.
His Team within inches of death.
Earth losing control of itself.
All because he thought he wasn't in control.
He didn't realize it until it was too late.
To late to turn back.
He had been played.
They all had.
The newcomer...
What had he done?
Nothing was ever going to be the same.
No trust.
Because he had been taken over.
He didn't even trust himself anymore.
That stupid scarab.
How could his life become so messed up?
His new friend had tried to warn him.
Yet he still played into the enemies hands.
Now he had new hermanos.
And he wished he didn't.
But it wasn't him talking anymore.
He wasn't in control.
His body had become a shell.
And himself:
Well, he was just a pawn to be toyed with.
