I blinked away my night-terrors as we jumped into the midst of the Drac fight. But really, I was tired of it. The only reason I wouldn't drop my gun and raise my arms was for Ghoul, Kobra, and Helena-I mean, Blink. I pretended I didn't feel the tears drying on my face every time I stepped in to a battle and shot my gun. The goddamn gun.
What had Gerard become? I looked ahead of me, to Poison, where he was grinning widely and taking down major Dracs. Who was this person? I looked around me at my other friends; yes, they'd been thinking about it too. I knew-we knew-that the Killjoys were slowly coming apart. Gerard had made the wrong choice in coming here.
But what would it cost him, I wondered. What?
Was the Black Parade too much to ask for?