There was a lot that was wrong with him, he saw it everyday when he looked in the mirror. Rare were the days when he saw himself in it. But what he saw mostly was the pain of the past and the split. Sometimes, he saw the Sentry, sometimes the void, and it was painful everyday.

Whenever void took over him, a memory plagued him while he was stuck in the void. 'You're not a hero, Bobby'. The words kept repeating in his ears. He wasn't a hero. He was literally sending people to their doom as the Void in the world outside. And slowly, he had started to believe it. Repetition, that does that to a person.

"Not a hero." His voice was barely above a whisper but in the quiet of the empty - almost empty - room, it was loud and clear.