He had thought Libby was his existential crisis, but she meant more to him than just that, didn’t she? She wasn’t just the cause; she was part of it somehow. A piece of something his stupid brain couldn’t figure out. She, he decided, was the reason he couldn’t access his full powers. She was gone, and so long as she remained gone, there would always be something missing from him. His … goodness? His morality? Something critical. Something he didn’t understand.
