Fatal, Houston, and Walker are sitting together in the exam viewing room, watching the various monitors surveying every team in the forest.
Fatal: I can’t believe it’s day 3 already...
Houston: I know, and there are only two teams guaranteed to pass if they reach the center right now.
Fatal looks up at a status monitor.
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She focuses on Hayze’s team.
Houston: 6 teams have no orb. So, things could get very hectic as the panic sets in.
Fatal: Yeah… and most of those teams are very banged up. It’s going to be hard for them to recover.
Walker: That’s the challenge of this exam; we’ll have to see how they respond to their early failures.
Fatal looks stressed.
Fatal: If the exam were to end right now, the course would be leveled down to just 5 students… are we sure this was the right decision?
Walker: The exam isn’t over. They still have three days.
Fatal: But, Damien-
Houston: Rachel, what’s done is done, and I think Walker is tired of reiterating himself, have faith in your students.
Fatal: I do, I just-
The door opens behind them. It’s Recovery Girl.
Houston: How are they?
Recovery: Romeo is stable, but he’s in a lot of pain. Whitney was a bit harder for me to heal; her wound was deep and profusely bleeding, she’s fine, but she won’t be back on her feet for a few days.
Houston: As long as they are both alright, that’s what matters.
Recovery Girl: They will be; I’ll be heading back now. Sorry to keep this brief, but I just wanted to give a report to ease your minds.
Houston: Thank you, Recovery Girl.
Recovery Girl: Don’t thank me yet; I’m sure I’ll be getting more patients soon.
Recovery Girl leaves.
Walker: It’s good to hear they’re alright.
Houston: Yes, yes it is.
Fatal looks concerned.
Fatal: (We had a girl get stabbed so severely that she needed emergency surgery… what are we doing here? Why are we putting them through this!)
Fatal gets up and walks away.
Houston: Rachel, where are you-
Fatal: I’ll be taking my shift in the arena early. Is that okay?
Walker: That’s fine.
Fatal leaves.
Houston: She’s letting her emotions get the better of her.
Walker: I know... her heart is in the right place. But, this exam was designed to be the ultimate test of everything they’ve learned this year, heightened to the extreme. It would be a lot for ordinary first years, but they aren't ordinary.
Both Wes and Blair look exhausted, while Saige is as bubbly as ever.
Saige: How are you doing back there, Blair?
Blair: You know how I’m doing… terrible!
Saige: Awww… do you want a massage or something to help reduce your stress?
Blair: No!
Saige: You’re no fun!
Blair: And you’re a bitch…
Saige thinks for a moment as they continue their hike through the forest.
Saige: Maybe we should do something fun to ease the tension you two have.
Blair: The only tension here is our hatred for you…
Saige: I know! We should play a game!
Blair: No!
Saige: But Blair, I have a really fun one!
Blair: I know you’re just going to try and mess with me!
Saige: You like it when I mess with you, though!
Blair: No, I don’t!
Blair and Saige continue to bicker while Wes just looks pissed off.
Wes: (Do these two ever shut up... Jesus Christ…)
Saige: How about this, Blair? We play one round of a game. You get to go first, I’ll go last, and we only continue if you want to. How does that sound?
Blair: You’re not going to shut up until I say yes, aren’t you?
Saige: Maybe.
Blair: *sighs* fine, what’s the game?
Saige: Kill, Bang, Marry!
Blair stares at Saige.
Blair: I fucking hate you.
Saige: You know the rules, right? You give a list of three people, we’ll use our class, then we have to say which one we’d kill, which one we’d bang and which one we’d marry. However, we’ll play with a catch: once someone’s name has been said, it can’t be used again. Sound fair?
Blair: I guess.
Saige: Well, you’re up first, Blair.
Blair thinks for a few moments.
Blair: (She clearly wants to humiliate me somehow. That’s always her game… If I say Hayze’s name now, she can’t use it against me… ugh, but I’ll have to hear her answer! Hm… The best-case scenario is that Wes says Hayze’s name with two people I can stand, and I’ll just say kill Hayze… I can count on Wes… right?) Alden… Demetri… and Isaiah.
Saige: Oh, that’s a tough one! What do you think, Wes?
Wes: I’m not playing...
Blair: (WHAT!)
Saige: Oh, alright… poor sport. Hmm… let’s see, I guess I’ll marry Alden and make him into a cuckold.
Wes: Makes sense.
Saige: But then that means I have to bang either Demetri or Isaiah, and that’s a tough choice, hm…
Blair: (She doesn’t even care that I gave her the least tolerable people in our class to work with!)
Saige: I guess I’d bang Isaiah. Puppets are a little… weird.
Wes: What do you mean… I thought women loved puppeteers?
Saige: Bonus points for Wes; that was funny. So, that means I would kill Demetri. That was fun! Thanks, Blair!
Blair: R- right…
Saige: Why do you seem nervous, Blair?
Blair: N- no reason…
Saige: Is it because it’s my turn?
Blair: Oh… no… it’s not that… I just-
Saige: Wes, Saige, Hayze.
Blair’s soul shatters into a million pieces.
Wes: (Played right into her hand…)
Blair’s face is bright red.
Saige: So what are your choices, Blair?
Blair: I’d… I’d uh…
Wes: (No matter who she picks, she’s screwed...)
Blair: Kill Wes.
Wes: Ouch…
Saige’s grin gets larger.
Blair: Bang… Saige.
Saige: Woah, Blair, I didn’t know you liked me that much! I’m sorry, but I don’t swing that way. I’m very flattered, though! Now, what was that last one?
Blair whimpers.
Saige: Hm? What was that?
Wes: (This is just sad…)
Blair: M- m- m-
Saige: Say it…
Blair: MARRY HAYZE! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY! I SAID IT!
Saige just smiles at Blair.
Saige: You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.
Blair drops the supply bag and crawls into the fetal position in shame.
Saige: Well, I guess that means we’re taking a break.
Wes: *under his breath* You’re a fucking monster…
Saige starts walking off.
Wes: Wait, where are you going?
Saige: You see that hill up ahead?
Wes looks at the large hill that is a sizable distance away from them.
Saige: I’m going to climb it and survey the area. Hopefully, I’ll be able to see the city, and we can plot a more correct course.
Wes: That thing is at least a mile away, so you’ll be gone an hour at minimum. Are you sure that’s a good idea?
Saige: Oh, don’t worry about it. If I run into a team, I’ll just take them out myself.
Wes: And what about us?
Saige: Eh, I’m sure you’ll live.
Wes: That’s not encouraging at all…
Saige: Yup! Comfort Blair for me, okay?
Saige leaves, and Wes looks at Blair.
Wes: If it makes you feel any better, everyone knows you like Hayze… well, except him, which is incredible the more I think about it.
Blair doesn’t respond.
Wes: Fine, lay there and pout for all I care.
Wes sits down and lays back on the base of a tree.
Wes: (I can’t believe she just left us here… especially after what she said to me yesterday…)
“ Saige: This team is my ship, and I will not accept those kinds of mistakes while you’re on board. Your friends and teammates aren’t going to be around to bail you out your whole life, do better. “ - Chapter 70
Wes: (For it being her ship… she sure was quick to abandon it.)
“ Saige: Stubbornness is cute when you’ve got accomplishments doing things the way you always have, but you’ve accomplished nothing. Unless you think a tie is something. “
“ Saige: Effort without results is meaningless. “ - Chapter 70
Wes: (She’s right… I haven’t accomplished anything… I don’t have the right to be prideful. She told me how it is… just like Aaron does, but she didn’t let me get angry. She basically told me to sit in a corner and listen to her berate me.)
Blair sits up, her face is flushed, but she’s calmed down.
Wes: Are you… alright?
Blair: Yeah… I’ll be fine…
Wes: She really likes to lay into you, huh?
Blair: She sure does…
Blair digs her face into her arms, looking depressed. Several seconds of awkward silence pass.
Wes: (I have no idea how to talk to this chick… I’ll just try to change the subject or something.) So… why did you enroll in U.A.?
Blair looks at Wes with a confused expression.
Blair: That’s a little out of left field. You’ve never talked to me before.
Wes: Look, either I ask you really generic questions, or we continue talking about how Saige loves embarrassing you. Pick one.
Blair: … When I was really young, I had zero control over my quirk… I melted my bed three or four times before my parents eventually decided to get me a chromium bed and kevlar sheets. As a result, I got bullied at school. All the boys loved pushing me around because they knew I couldn’t do anything except get mad. But that all changed by middle school, I learned how to use my quirk, and nobody messed with me anymore after I burnt my initials into the most popular boy in my class’s face.
Wes: Jesus Christ! What did he do?
Blair: His quirk was called oculography; he could burn images from his mind onto photographic film. He “accidentally” walked into the girls changing room one day and saw me in my underwear… needless to say, that image got around the school in two days…
Wes: What the fuck? Why would he do that to you?
Blair: Quirks have done a lot for our society… but they haven’t helped stop bullying. Kids are ruthless. They pray on your weakness; if your quirk is trash, you get treated like trash… Well, at least that’s how things worked in my school. Unless it wasn’t like that for you.
Wes gets quiet.
Wes: No, I… I get what you mean.
Blair: *sighs* The kid got expelled from school for what he did, and I got suspended for about a month. Like I said, boys didn’t mess with me anymore after that, but I faced a new challenge.
Wes: What?
Blair: The girls started to turn against me. They began to ostracize and treat me like crap.
Wes: Was it the breasts?
Blair stares at Wes.
Blair: Yes… that was a part of it. Don’t ask what nicknames they-
Wes: What nicknames did they give you?
Blair steps on Wes’ gunshot wound.
Wes: AHH! Okay! I deserved that!
Blair: To shorten the story, I spent my whole childhood being made fun of for being weak or excluded because of my shortcomings. The only light I had in my life for a long time was watching heroes on TV and knowing that they were strong and well respected by everybody. So becoming a hero is like a symbol for me: I want to finally break free of being the Blair that people walked all over and become our nation's next most beloved heroine. I want to be strong, and I want to finally move on. I chose U.A. because I knew I’d have the best chance to become a well-rounded hero here, and I also knew that nobody from my school would have a chance in hell of being here. A great opportunity and a fresh start. What else could I ask for?
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Wes: So, that means you want to be the next number one female hero?
Blair: That’s the dream, and I hope I get there.
Blair sits down at the base of a tree across from Wes.
Blair: So there you go, the whole story of why I came to U.A. happy?
Wes: It puts many things into perspective… that’s for sure.
Blair: Can I ask you something?
Wes: Hm?
Blair: Sense I just unloaded my life’s story on you. I should be courteous and ask you something about yourself.
Wes: Okay… shoot.
Blair: What’s up with you and Aaron? You guys are constantly at each other’s necks, but you’re always hanging out together. I’ve never seen a friendship like that.
Wes looks away.
Wes: It all stems from the first time Aaron and I met…
A flashback begins.
An 8-year-old Wes looks terrified during a game of dodgeball in gym class.
Wes: (Oh God! I don’t know what to do!)
Slowly but surely, every member of Wes’ team is pegged by a dodgeball until Wes is the only student remaining against a group of 10 students. Three kids from Wes’ team, Ricky, Jordan, and Tim, all look angry on the bench.
Ricky: Great, we’re going to lose again!
Jordan: Yeah, the team with Wes always loses!
Tim: He never does anything!
Wes: Hey, at least I’m still in the game. You guys can’t say that!
Ricky: What did you just say!
Jordan: You trying to say you’re better than us?
Wes looks afraid.
Wes: No! That’s not what I was saying at all! I was just-
Tim: I think he does think he’s better than us!
Ricky: Now I hope he gets hit so hard his head comes off!
Jordan: Yeah, and I’ll-
The gym teacher blows his whistle.
Gym Teacher: You three quiet down. You’re on the bench, not in the game!
Ricky, Jordan, and Tim: But Mr.-
Gym Teacher: Nope! No buts!
The kids all look pissed off, but they quiet down. The gym teacher turns to Wes.
Gym Teacher: And Wes, don’t pick fights. You got it!
Wes: But sir, I didn’t-
Gym Teacher: Conversation over!
The gym teacher blows his whistle.
Gym Teacher: Alright, game resume!
Wes looks at the group of ten students on the other team with fear.
Wes: (Oh no…)
A boy steps forward; his forearms and hands are metallic.
Aaron: Alright, pipsqueak, it’s time for us to win!
Aaron picks up a dodgeball in his left hand and transforms his right arm into a cannon. Then, he loads the dodgeball into it.
Aaron: Let’s see how you dodge this!
Wes looks panicked.
Wes: I thought we weren’t allowed to use our quirks in gym class!
Gym Teacher: I’ll allow it.
Wes: What!
Aaron aims at Wes’ head.
Aaron: Take this!
Aaron fires the dodgeball, and it soars through the air at Wes.
Wes: (Oh shoot! This isn’t good!)
Wes braces for impact and unknowingly triggers his quirk, transforming the skin on his face into a mirror.
Aaron: (Woah!)
The dodgeball slams into Wes’ face, but instead of hurting him, it reflects at double speed and power and crushes the Gym Teacher’s balls.
Gym Teacher: AHHHHHHH!
The Gym Teacher falls to the ground writhing in agonizing pain. The students all look concerned, while Aaron is impressed.
Aaron: (Huh.)
Later that day, Wes walks out of school to head home, hanging his head.
Wes: (I know it was an accident, but I feel awful about what happened to Mr. Smolnutz…)
Suddenly three sets of feet enter Wes’ vision. He stops and looks up: it’s Ricky, Jordan, and Tim.
Ricky: Hey there, loser.
Jordan: Where are you going?
Tim: We’ve got a bone to pick with you.
Wes looks terrified.
Wes: I uh… I’m going home!
Ricky: Nah, I think you’re staying right here for a little while.
Jordan: You made us lose at dodgeball today.
Wes: So what? You guys always lose…
Ricky punches Wes in the face. He falls to the ground holding his bleeding nose. Ricky’s knuckles have transformed into brass.
Ricky: Not only did you make us lose, but you also got dodgeball banned from the school!
Wes: I didn’t mean to! I swear!
Tim: Liar!
Tim transforms his foot into a brick and kicks Wes’ side.
Wes: AH!
Jordan: We will teach you a lesson for messing up dodgeball for us!
Tim: Yeah, pathetic people like you shouldn’t be allowed to be on the same team as us!
Ricky: You’re useless, Wes, but you can help me perfect my punching form!
Ricky winds back a punch, Wes closes his eyes in fear, but the punch is never delivered. Wes opens his eyes to see Aaron holding back Ricky’s arm.
Aaron: Something wrong here?
Ricky looks scared.
Ricky: N- no, Aaron! Nothing is wrong!
Aaron: Really? Because it looks like you were trying to beat up my friend here.
Wes: (Friend?)
Ricky: No! I was just trying to help him up! He fell over and cracked his nose against the ground, right guys?
Jordan: Yeah, yeah!
Tim: Honest!
Aaron thinks for a moment.
Aaron: If I see you guys picking on this kid again, I’ll give you the beating of your life. You got that?
Ricky: Yeah! We get you!
Aaron looks at Tim and Jordan, both frantically shaking their heads. “Yes.”
Aaron: Alright.
Aaron releases Ricky.
Aaron: Get out of here.
Ricky, Jordan, and Tim runoff.
Aaron: You alright?
Wes: Yeah… I think so.
Aaron offers his hand to Wes. Wes hesitates but then grabs it as Aaron helps him to his feet.
Aaron: You’re probably going to want to see the nurse about that nose. Ricky’s brass knuckles must hurt a lot.
Wes: Yeah… they do.
Wes looks depressed.
Aaron: Hey, what you did back in gym class was pretty cool.
Wes: What? Reflect that dodgeball?
Aaron: Yeah, is that your quirk? Reflecting?
Wes: Um… yeah, well no… I can turn my skin into mirrors that reflect any projectile that hits me at twice the force and speed.
Aaron: Wow, that sounds useful!
Wes’ eyes light up.
Wes: Useful?
Aaron: Yeah! You made my dodgeball cannon strong enough to knock out the teacher! That’s crazy! You and I together could make one strong team!
Wes: Team?
Aaron offers Wes a handshake.
Aaron: My name is Aaron. What’s your name?
Wes: I- I’m Wes.
Aaron: It’s nice to meet you, Wes.
Wes: Yeah… you too.
Wes shakes Aaron's hand.
Aaron: I have a feeling we’re going to be good friends.
The flashback ends.
Wes: Aaron saw something in me that nobody else ever had… usefulness. I trusted him from then on out, and our friendship evolved into us ragging on each other, but we’ve never wavered from being great friends… and that’s because we know we always have each other’s backs no matter what. It’s a trust that I know will never break. We’re always there for one another, even when we hate each other.
Blair: Wow… I guess that kind of puts your life into perspective for me.
Wes: Yeah…
Blair: What happened to the gym teacher, though?
Wes: Oh, both of his testicles got amputated.
Blair: Jesus! Both? From that one dodgeball?
Wes: No, he lost one from that incident, and then a year later, dodgeball was unbanned, and the exact same thing happened again.
Blair stares at Wes.
Blair: That’s hilarious.
Wes: Yup.
Blair smiles.
Blair: Well, I’m glad we-
Suddenly Bruno drops from the sky and slams into the ground between Blair and Wes, cratering it and catching them completely off guard.
Bruno: It’s time to shit diamonds!
Wes: OH GOD!
Bruno’s entire body is crystallized diamonds.
Blair: Where did you come from?
Bruno: Above.
Blair: Yeah, that’s obvious! But how-
Wes: Blair! Dodge!
Blair leaps to her left as Ester, in scythe form, slashes into the dirt where Blair was standing.
Ester: Dang it! I missed her!
Talon descends down from the sky.
Talon: No, I missed her.
Wes looks worried.
Wes: (Dammit, Saige! Of course, you’re not around to start another fight!)
Bruno starts walking towards Wes.
Bruno: Talon, Ester, you get the flat-chested one.
Talon and Ester: Right.
Blair: Oh, fuck off!
Wes runs away, but his gunshot wound holds him to a jog. Bruno chases after him.
Bruno: You won’t get away from me!
Bruno grabs Wes’ ankles and starts spinning him around in a circle.
Bruno: You ruined my chances at the Sports Festival, so I will destroy your chances of staying enrolled at U.A!
Bruno chucks Wes. He smashes through multiple trees, causing them to collapse before eventually skidding against the ground and coming to a halt.
Wes: *groans*
Bruno starts walking towards Wes.
Bruno: I’ll make this quick.
Blair: Wes!
Blair tries to run after Bruno, but Talon flies down and kicks her to the ground.
Talon: Sorry, but your battle is with us.
Blair: *frustrated grunt*
Wes tries to stand up.
Wes: (Holy shit, that guy is strong… he just threw me around like a ragdoll.)
Bruno approaches Wes.
Bruno: You are a weakling, accept your defeat now, and I will consider sparing your bones.
Wes: What kind of an offer is that!
Bruno: An intentionally bad one.
Wes pulls out his pistol and fires the entire clip at Bruno; however, every bullet bounces off.
Wes: (Shit!)
Bruno grabs the back of Wes’ shirt and lifts him up.
Bruno: That wasn’t very nice.
Bruno smashes Wes against the ground.
Wes: *groans* You dick…
Bruno chucks Wes into a tree.
Wes: AHHH!
Bruno: You’re making this too easy.
Bruno starts walking towards Wes.
Bruno: I didn’t expect a challenge, but I thought you’d at least go down with dignity.
Bruno kicks Wes so hard that he gets sent straight through the tree and collides with a second tree behind it. Blood is gushing from multiple wounds on his body.
Bruno: Jesus Christ, you’re bleeding that much already?
Wes starts coughing up blood.
Bruno: And you have internal injuries?
Bruno notices Wes dropped his gun during the beating. The diamond tyrant puts his foot on it.
Bruno: You seriously use a gun?
Wes’ eyes are fluttering.
Wes: It was a gift from a former mentor of mine...
Bruno takes his foot off of the gun.
Bruno: You’re pathetic for using a weapon rather than your own damn quirk, you’re a disgrace to this school, and you shouldn’t be allowed to continue representing it.
Wes’ eyes widen.
“ Tim: Yeah, pathetic people like you shouldn’t be allowed to be on the same team as us! “
Wes: (That sounds just like…)
Bruno: I saw your fight against the paper girl during the tournament, and it made my blood boil knowing a pipsqueak like you essentially knocked me out of the Festival. Obviously, I’m not ignoring my own mistakes that led to my elimination, but you played a prominent role.
Wes inspects his wounds.
Wes: (This guy’s got some severe muscle… he fucked me up badly in such a short time… my organs are damaged… I can’t handle another hit from him…)
Wes looks out the corner of his eye at Bruno.
Wes: (His quirk is a perfect counter to mine, I can’t deal with strength-based fighters efficiently at all, and there aren’t any projectiles for me to reflect, I literally have no way of damaging him…)
Bruno cracks his diamond knuckles.
Bruno: You may be useless, but you’ll be a lovely test dummy for my new move!
“ Ricky: You’re useless, Wes, but you can help me perfect my punching form! “
Wes: (No…)
Wes reaches into his pocket and pulls out two boxes. He straps them to the tops of his wrists.
Bruno: What the hell are those?
Wes: Some gadgets I got a long time ago but never got around to using...
Bruno: More weapons? Pfft, you don’t understand what it means to be a hero.
Wes: Maybe to you, I don’t, but being a hero means something different to me.
Bruno: What are you on about?
Despite the immense internal damage from Bruno’s attacks, Wes forces himself to his feet.
A flashback begins. Aaron and Wes are both seniors in high school. They’re eating together at lunch; Aaron pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Wes.
Aaron: Take this.
Wes: Huh?
Aaron: Come on, numbnuts, I ain’t got all day!
Wes grabs the paper and reads it.
Wes: An application for U.A.? Why are you giving me this?
Aaron: Because I’m applying there, and I want my wingman to come with me.
Wes: You don’t seriously think I can get into a school like this?
Aaron: Maybe, maybe not, but you need to try.
Wes: Aaron… I appreciate the thought, but that school grooms some of the best hero prospects in the country, like you. I wouldn’t fit in there.
Aaron: Oh, shut up!
Wes: What? Fuck you!
Aaron: Wes, trust me, not even I think you’re going to turn out to be some hotshot hero.
Wes: Th- thanks?
Aaron: But you don’t even want that, and U.A. doesn’t push out 40 amazing heroes every year, but you know what they do push out?
Wes: No… what?
Aaron: 40 heroes.
The flashback ends.
Wes: (My whole life, I’ve been treated like I’m useless, worthless, meaningless, you pick the adjective… I didn’t have a direction of where I wanted to go. I just got picked on all the time. Nobody gave a flying fuck about me. That is, until Aaron came around and said the words I needed to hear…)
“ Aaron: Wow, that sounds useful! “
Wes smiles.
Wes: I don’t want to be the best. I don’t want to be famous.
Bruno: Huh?
Wes: I just want to be helpful!
Wes aims the box on his wrist at a tree branch. It fires out a grappling hook, and Wes swings into the air.
Wes: You’re the perfect match to defeat me!
Wes fires the other hook at another branch, releases the first hook, and swings towards Bruno.
Bruno: (What is he doing? He has to be in immense pain from my attacks!)
Wes can feel his internal wounds being exacerbated by his movement.
Wes: (Dammit, it hurts!)
“ Saige: Stop acting like you’re here out of luck and start showing everyone why you were good enough to earn one of the 40 spots in this course. “ - Chapter 70
Bruno readies himself as Wes gets closer and closer to him.
Wes: If going down, I’m taking you down with me!
Wes releases the hook and careens towards Bruno.
Bruno: What kind of strategy is this?
Wes: I can double the power of any blast!
Wes lands on Bruno’s shoulders, catching him off guard.
Bruno: (What the? That wasn’t the attack?)
Wes leaps off Bruno’s shoulders to get behind him, grabs his gun, and reloads it.
Wes: Including my own.
Wes transforms his whole body into a mirror and angles his gun at his own chest.
Wes: Ultimate Attack: Ricochet Reverse!
Wes unloads the clip. Each bullet reflects off him at times two strength and speed. The shots zoom towards Bruno, and with their increased power, they pierce directly through Bruno’s skin. Shattered diamonds are scattered all around.
Bruno: AHHHHHH!
Bruno has 9 bullet holes in his body. He immediately falls over in defeat.
Bruno: *groans*
Wes smiles.
Wes: (I didn’t hit him anywhere vital… thanks for that Fearmonger.)
Wes keels over in immense pain.
Wes: AHHHHH!
Wes starts coughing up blood profusely.
Wes: Oh fuck…
A portal opens, and Walker and Houston rush out.
Walker: You’ve got Bruno, right?
Houston: Yes, you just worry about Wes!
Walker picks up Wes, who is barely conscious.
Walker: You did good, kid.
Houston picks up Bruno, whose body returns to normal, and his wounds begin bleeding rapidly.
Walker: Ready?
Houston: Yup, let’s go!
Walker and Houston rush back through the portal. Bruno’s green orb rolls out of his pocket and peacefully lands on the ground as they're leaving. They arrive inside a medical facility where Recovery Girl is waiting with two beds.
Recovery Girl: Oh boy, these two took a beating.
Walker and Houston rush over and place Wes and Bruno on each bed.
Recovery Girl: Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.
Wes’ eyes flutter as Walker wheels him into a room.
Wes: (Saige… Blair… I hope I did enough.)
Wes passes out. Elsewhere, Aaron suddenly feels a chill down his neck; he quickly turns around, confusing Lilith and Gus.
Lilith: Uh… Aaron? Is something wrong?
Aaron is silent for a few moments.
Aaron: No.
Aaron smiles.
Aaron: Something is right.