Tears streamed down Dylan's face as Tobias' words sunk in. After spending all that time with the man, of course some of his worst traits rubbed off. He had never meant to become this, he had promised himself that he would be better. But it appeared he that he was weak after all. "Lucien," he rasped, "I'm so sorry."
"Fat lot of good that does, you fucking arse," Moira said.
Dylan turned around at the sound of her voice, pulling himself out of Tobias' grasp. The entirety of the Pride stood around Lucy, hands on their weapons and hate in their eyes. Even Kapi looked pissed. "I...I..."
"Don't even," Estelle spat, her sword dancing with flames. "I trusted you Dylan. I brought you into this group and called you my friend."
"Yeah, Bro," Don added, holding his metal bat in hand. "Bros don't rape bros." He threw the word in Dylan's face, holding nothing back.
"I knew he would do something like this," Amy said, stepping forward to slap him so hard across the face that his head snapped to the side. But that wasn't the worst of it.
The worst was Trixie, standing there in her cape and pigtails. "You were supposed to be a hero. We're heroes, but you've been a supervillian all along! If you ever touch him again, Doctor Evil, you'll have to face Wondergirl!"
"I'm sorry..."
"OUT!" Estelle shrieked, pointing with her sword. "If we ever catch you near us again -"
"I know," he interrupted, getting to his feet and turning away. "I know. Oh Aislin, I'll miss you." Without looking back, he ran off, putting as much distance between him and the Pride as he could. The world changed around him as he went, fading from the beautiful and balmy Los Paraisos and reformed into the cool seaside of his hometown.
It was so subtle that he didn't even notice it - not until he found her sitting by the sea. She wasn't facing him, but he'd recognize his sister anywhere. "Dalia?"
She turned to face him, her eyes alight with joy. But it faded quickly, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. "Dylan, what have you become?"