The wind whipped around them, flowing with Jason’s tumultuous emotions: a tornado of his own making that left him and Danny right at its centre, its core.
“I can’t tell you what to choose, Jay, but you have to choose. This… this is your crossroad.”
And Jason could feel it within himself: his obsession fighting for stability, the two aspects of it now set against each other, no longer coexisting in balance, no longer with the same goal.
Justice or Revenge.
The Lazarus Pit boiled in his veins, in every cell of his body, clamouring for blood and violence, reminding him of all that he had suffered, all the people that had to pay.
Closing his eyes he could feel the city, his haunt, thrumming with lie all around him… but in pain, bleeding. The corruption of it, the violence, the poverty, made it scream non-stop, cry out for something it knew it wouldn’t get.
And then, buried deep beneath disdain, anger, and resentment, was not hope, but a desire for a better future, for bright days, to finally get a respite.
Jason opened his eyes, and tears streamed down his face.