Artemis looked as though Haku had slapped him across the face. The thought wasn't registering in his mind properly. Haku couldn't be dead, because he was sitting there--alive. Artemis was alive as well... wasn't he?

Unless he'd died too... It was a possibility. He had been standing on a volcano ready to erupt and rip the time space around him to shreds moments previous, but he could have sworn he had been traveling through the time tunnel.

While he fought with his thoughts concerning whether or not he was dead as well, and this was some twisted form of hell, he stared at Haku blankly. Almost as though he didn't want to understand what Haku had just said.

"No... you can't be dead," Artemis' eyes were welling up with silent tears. "You're sitting right there... you're not dead. Unless... we're both dead...?" The panic was coming back. He wanted to hold Haku again--remind himself that they were both living, breathing entities. He pulled against his restraints--he'd forgotten they were there. "You can't be dead Haku... you're right here with me...!"

Artemis had never taken death very well.