Dan looks in to the mirror only to meet his own eyes, green instead of red, a hero, not a villain. Sam and Tucker are still there, their arms linked through his, his mom and dad are both in the background, beaming proudly at him. Mr. Lance gives a quiet nod of approval, and in the background, Valerie is setting aside her ghost gear forever. There are no more secrets, there is no more fear, or hatred. Only love and acceptance and peace.
Dan stares at the phantoms before him, face expressionless as he watched his past smile back at him.
A dull, indescribable ache starts to blossom in his chest; he doesn’t know what it is, and if he did, it’s not like he’s felt anything like this in 15 years.
He continues to look into his reflection, into the eyes of the poeple that had once cared for him and loved him. It felt like centuries since he’d been there with them all….
A gloved hand touches the surface of the mirror carefully, head tilting slightly to the side as if deep in thought. After a long moment, he shakes his head a small smirk on his lips,
"Look at you all….so happy and carefree. ” he said, red eyes looking empty save for the storm brewing behind them, “Would this have really happened?” A quick scoff, “I doubt it. You all loved Danny, not me. I’m not Danny.”
He pulled away his hand, making a fist and shattering the mirror, the pieces clattering to the floor in a flurry. He pulled his fist away, green blood oozing from the rips in his glove where there were shards of glass embedded in his skin. He looked down at the remains of the mirror, still seeing those faces,
"I don’t need any of you anymore.” he muttered softly, letting himself linger for a moment, green blood falling over the shard with his old face smiling back at him before starting to walk away,
“You’d hate me as much as I do, anyways.”
