Encounter

"How are you, Ozzy?" Asked a worried Laurel. The redhead did took a toll on Oswald's decision, telling the others what to expect, giving them a glimpse of what they were affected the relationship he had. A few hours before, the soldiers would look at him in awe, a little short compared to the Titans, but a mighty warrior ready to put his life on the line.

But now that they knew why his eyes were so special when night covered the sky, they were reluctant to talk. He wouldn't get any cheer from bringing back an animal for the midnight barbecue, he wouldn't get any thanks for giving tips during a spar.

"I'm okay I guess. Another night I'll spend awake with you, they sure need a lot of sleep. I remember getting tired just doing my daily activities. I miss that time. I miss my old self a little sometimes. There was no need to justify my acts, no need to tell the others what I wanted. However I must admit that I wasn't that ambitious at all. The way they thank us, I like it."