It’s been… rough going through all of your rooms of your regret, due to the Void. You were trying to find Bob, breaking through the different rooms.

You knew he couldn’t control it. You didn’t blame him.

You saw him through a mirror, but he wasn’t behind you. He was in the mirror. He was in what looked like his childhood bedroom, perhaps.

“I just want to talk… About what we said in the vault.” You spoke calmly.

You then turned and were in the room with him. The room had different shelves of stuff, a rug, slanted wood ceiling, a sofa, etc…

Bob sat in the middle of the room, fiddling with a rubix cube with a few other gadgets around him. He wore a simple crew neck sweater and corduroy pants.

Below you two, through the floorboards, you could hear and see a memory of Bob’s. His father was throwing the food and yelling at him and his mom.

“It’s fine…” Bob mumbled quietly, glancing away.

He was so broken. Rough life. He just wanted to… be someone. He just felt useless and lonely. He was in pain and just needed someone to actually care about him. He thought getting those powers was a miracle but it really made everything worse…