"Yeah, just a little... Oogh."

To say Hal felt high was an understatement, his ears ringing from two more screeches. He upwrapped the scarf, reappearing and holding a hand to his forehead. That many surges overcharged his reservoir, giving him the stressed feeling of circuits straining to their absolute max with electricity. He needed some way to vent it, to get rid of some of the power... Maybe... Hal outstretched his hands, the dead grass in the cemetery seeming to gain a little greenness to it. He turned back to his own gravestone, kneeling next to the nearly dead lily plant that was placed over where his head would have rested. His right hand caressed a dead bloom, power draining from his straining reservoir, the life of the dead gunmen flowing into the lily... It turned green, its blooms perking up and turning white once again.

Hal Desmond, the tombstone said... But that wasn't who he was, not really, no matter what he might want to be. The name Hades was still ringing loudly in his mind.

"Rest in peace, Hal..."

He stood, turning to the new arrival and the other spear wielder. They were the only two who hadn't tried to kill him outright...

"Who are both of you? I appreciate the assistance, but... Was just kinda in a battle with the only people I've met here besides you. Would like to know who my saviors are."

[@Jones Sparrow] [@Kronshi]