Dylan Sommers
<"Come on, Dylan, don't beat yourself over it. What happened to me isn't your fault. You couldn't stop it."
Still in his rainy cardboard city hallucination, a distraught Dylan tried unsuccessfully to hold back his tears as a young guy talked to him.
"I... I try." Dylan said with a choked voice, tears flowing on his cheeks, "If... if... if-- I was faster. If I was quicker, then--"
"If you keep doing this, you'll only harm yourself. Please." as he pronounced this, everything around them was slowly becoming a whirl, pulling them apart.
"Shaun? Shaun!" Dylan shouted while making a futile effort to reach him.
"Just try not to get killed, babe." Shaun smiled while being sucked into the vortex.
"SHAAAAAAAUNN!!!" Dylan disappeared into his own vortex.>
"Shaun!" Dylan opened his eyes finding himself lying on his back on the grassy ground. He sat up, and he could see a few of the others staring at him. Maybe they've heard him yelling 'Shaun' while in the deep trance. His distraught expression and the few tears running from his eyes made it clear for them that he was crying. He used the forearm to wipe the tears off his face, but more tears came down. Remembering about the shot Deadpool gave him, he touched his forehead. The bleeding stopped, and he couldn't feel the scar. He was glad, but something else troubled his mind.
