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[idateforsupper]

WHO: Dazzler and Angel
WHAT: Reunion
WHERE: The desert, then probably their house
WHEN: Right after Warren's post
WARNINGS: Angst, talking of suicide? Will update if there's more.
SUMMARY: Warren's back from the dead, and Alison goes to get him.

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[ascending_angel]

There were so many things running through Warren's head right then. Mostly it was relief that people have not been hurt. There was also a lot of confusion because Warren was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he'd been so terrified by a single hallucination that he'd managed to kill himself. Not that he was going to admit to anyone that he'd done that; if they hadn't figured it out then it was going to stay that way.

However, Warren still couldn't get all of those images out of his head because it'd felt so real. The fire was hot and he could remember the way that it'd burned his nostrils and the soles of his feet. He remembered his death powers being activated and feeling all of the lives slipping away. Whatever Pixie did was so potent that it was still stuck as an ugly reminder in Warren's mind

[idateforsupper]

Alison frowned. The face he was looking, and the fact he looked so awkward cued her into his blindness. It made sense, because everyone seemed to lose a sense when these things happened. To try and help him so he was actually looking at her, she touched the side of his face, and gently angled him to know where to look.

"No, I'm not okay," Alison said, her voice a little shaky as she continued. "I know what you did, Warren. Megan might have found you, but I'm the one who had to fish out your body. I--I--"

Great, she was crying again.

"What happened? What did you see?"

It had to be something about everyone dying, right? Alison saw the illusions herself, so she knew how powerful and real they had felt.

[ascending_angel]

Hearing her say that she knew what he did was like having more salt poured into the wound, and Warren couldn't help but pull his face from her grasp so that she couldn't look at him. It didn't matter if he couldn't see her reaction or her tears or the pain in her eyes, he could feel it in her touch and hear it in her voice. Even if he wanted to say the words and explain himself, Warren wasn't sure that his mouth would even cooperate if he tried.

The memory was just too real still. "I-I don't..." he shook his head before covering his face with his hands.

Go away, go away, go away, thoughts!

"Everyone was d-dead." What he saw was very difficult to recall, but still much easier to describe that his suicide.

[idateforsupper]

Alison's lip trembled, and she reached out to touch his shoulder again. She felt so torn right now. Was she supposed to be angry, or was she supposed to comfort him? No part of this felt at all clear, so for now, she just sat there with him, and listened to what he had to say.

"You saw it?" Alison asked lowly, gently touching and taking hold of his wrist. "Is that---"

She couldn't even say it out loud. It hurt too much.

"It must have been horrifying," she choked, feeling the sting of more tears. Even talking to him like this, she couldn't get the image of how his dead body looked out of her head. "I saw things, too. I know how real they felt, but yours must have been so terrifying."

He killed himself because everyone was dead. It was part of the illusion, right?