Dylan nods, looking down at his hands, remembering the light that burned through them as he powered through Knull's army, clearing a path for the other heroes.

"It says a lot when war is an improvment." Dylan's brief experience with war had been cathartic — He had been awash with grief, and reveled in the chance to unleash his fury on an endless wall of invaders. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Did they even give you a choice?"