Robin looked in the cell at the creature that had once been his friend, the familiar numbing cold spreading through his body.
Beast Boy had lost his fight with his Beast a month ago, losing himself to the bestial fury of his were-form. They had been able to contain him, to keep him from hurting himself as well as others and hoped for him to come back to himself.
And he did.
They had all hoped for a miracle, to be able to see his joking face again and the world delivered, but it had a sick sense of humor.
He had found her collapsed outside of the cell; Beast Boy lay inside, himself once more, sleeping soundly. He had had Cyborg move them to the medical room. Beast Boy woke first, and for an hour, everything was right in the world again. Then Raven woke up.
She was too far-gone. They could do nothing as she wasted away, refusing food to her insane mutterings. Her hair thinned and greyed, leaving a hollow shell where their vibrant, if quiet, comrade had been.
Beast Boy took it the hardest. Robin had suspected that the changeling harbored some feelings for the dark sorceress, and her slide into insanity had driven him to suicide.
They had found his body washed up 3 miles up-shore.
Starfire was next to go. He hated seeing her broken smile as she floated about in an imagined present. She spoke with hollow joy of events that hadn't happened, and people who were no longer there.
He sighed, fingering Cyborg's resignation as he glanced once more at the gibbering wreck in the corner. The Titans were finished.
The price of this miracle had been too much to pay.