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 Des wakes up in a hospital. Which is... wrong. He used the Eye. He *died*. The superflare was stopped. He's... pretty sure that's all true.  Still he blinks himself awake and the sheer sterility, the hard surface, too cold, beneath him and the tube down his throat all scream hospital. And alive. 

"We're not Templars."

Des coughs and chokes and alarms go off, people flooding the room to pin him down and *carefully* yank the tube out. In the corner, nonplussed, sits a pale blond boy with wide, light blue-gray eyes who glows golden to his Eagle eyes, and another, older male who screams Yellow/Danger/Trained. 

"What?"

"We're not Templars. You're safe. We're not the Brotherhood either."

"Who the hell..."

"We have our own Creed. 'If we can not save the world, we will Avenge it.'"

Des lets his eyes close against the sudden spiking migrain. "Shit."

"Yeah. Welcome to the superhero club. Entry fee one successful Armageddon thwarted." Yellow/Danger/Threat apparently also has all the morbid humor.