My vision was going in and out of focus. I couldn't bring myself back, as much as I tried.
Havok struggled to get up. I watched his arms tremble as he attempted to bring himself up again. Trying to be brave, to be older than his 16 years. It wasn't his responsibility, but he wouldn't watch the world crumble, I knew this much. He slumped to the ground. Hope abandoned.
Angel fell from the sky. Drifting lazily from space. Looking more heavenly than he ever had before. He fell into a heap on the ground. His wings collapsed beneath him. He didn't look like he was from this earth.
I saw Sunspot, my good friend; fall to a piece of flying "sentinel". He flew through it before falling to the ground. His inhuman glow vanished, and he once more became Roberto. The Roberto that I could always laugh with and tease. The perfectionist Roberto that had been so heart-broken when Rhane had left. Just…Roberto.
I lost it as I watched this happen. I was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. One side, life before. The other, a dark abyss, waiting to claim me. For me to give in. I rested my cheek on my arm, trying to get the energy to get back up. To go help fight.
I then realized… That I was only 17 years old. I couldn't deal with this.
I shouldn't have to deal with this.
And then I fell, darkness claiming me.