[b]Andrew stands in a white world. No walls, no floors just... All white. He didnt exactly "wake up" either. Its like one moment he was there, the next... Nada. He slowly walks forwards, spinning around to look at the blank dimension. He suddenly bumps into something, and is surprised by what he sees when he turns around. Its... Him. But no mechanical hand... He still wields Hellbringer. And he isnt facing him. He just kneels on the ground, head down. Suddenly, textures begin to sort of... Load in, around them. Its Nomalap. Before he destroyed it. the white cross sits in front of the other him. Andrew tries to put his hand on his own shoulder, but the world breaks, shattering. He ends up on a train. The skytrain.[/b] "I remember this..." [b]He puts his hands against the wall, remembering the scene. He walks into the next car to see himself being restrained and the mask being put on him. He pushes past Kai, who is standing in front of his former self, watching them restrain him. Then everything stops. And its like everything is untouchable. It cant be moved at all. He hears a voice. Like a robotic light voice. With emotion... [/b] "This was the old you. The free you. Before... Well, before a lot of things. You were free. And for the most part, happy." [b]A floating ball of light swivels around Andrew's head, observing the "old him"[/b] "You were dependent on fighting for a cause you believed in. What you thought, or maybe from your perspective, knew, what would save people." [b]Andrews peripheral vision fades, and when it comes back, he is standing on the rooftop, looking at the psions flooding the streets. Andrew, the present Andrew, stands on another building, the orb accompanying him.[/b] "Protective. Bold. Stupid as well." [b]He raises an eyebrow at the orb, and they once again fade, waking at a scene of him watching over the tree village.[/b] "Lost. Wanting. Hopeful. You get the drift." [b]It switches again, to him at Phoenix, picking out some fruits and food for himself to eat later.[/b] "At peace. Simple..." [b]It switches again, opening on a picture of him back in Cedyetica, burning his mentors grave.[/b] "The angry you. You felt like you had something to prove. Something that needed to be done." [b]It switches once again, into a picture of him slitting the two Rosskayan officer's throats[/b] "The psychotic you." [b]It switches one last time, back to the white world. All that sits in front of Andrew, is a hovering mirror, showing his face.[/b] "And the lost. You keep each of those personalities inside you. Just a sliver. They wait for the day when they can come out. This is not you. This is another man, in another time, who is lost among himself and his past. You, are not, this man." [b]The mirror shatters, the glass bits fall to the ground, and seem to soak up into nothingness. Andrew turns around to face each of the previously shown pictures, hovering in the air, no frame, like glass with something projected perfectly onto it. The glasses all smash together, merging, and create a three-dimensional Andrew, symmetrical to the one he is. It breaks into several MORE Andrew's, each freezing in the pose of the previously shown. The ball appears on Andrews shoulder. [/b] "So if you aren't HIM, then who are you?" [b]Andrew wakes up on the train, gasping for air. He quickly calms down, and gets up.[/b] "I need to go get some air." [b]Theseus nods, and with that, Andrew heads to the caboose, climbs the ladder onto the top, and sits down, legs dangling off the back. They are currently moving through a forest.[/b] (Open) [spoiler]First dreampost[/spoiler]