Both shots hit, and with it went the unnatural aura. For a few moments, Junior's vision was completely dark, and in those moments he could feel his heart pounding, the adrenaline surging painfully as he waited to hear a noise, his twin's laughter, anything. His anger was beginning to subside, and the realization of what had just happened hit him with a wave of nausea. That couldn't have been all it took; that shouldn't have been possible, not when Albedo had just been regrowing his limbs just a few minutes prior.

He pushed himself into a standing position, groaning at the pain as he did so, and saw that the light had come back, showing him exactly where Albedo's body had fallen. It was both a relief and horrifying. Slowly, he headed over and stood both threateningly and protectively over that body. Junior watched, waited, poised to shoot again if forced. Subdue his twin, not kill. Not again. No matter how angry he got, he could not forget that.