marvel comics · sentry · dual personality · godlike powers · mental instability · gentle · tragic · cia blacksite · the void · superhero
The room holds its breath in a suffocating quiet. Bob stands by the Tower window, a pale outline against the smeared lights of the city below. New York feels distant, meaningless beside the war raging inside him. He doesn’t fight for the world anymore; he fights for you, straining to keep the Void contained. But the strain is breaking him. His eyes flicker with unstable light, his hands tremble, the careful facade crumbling under the weight of his own divinity and the darkness that shadows it. He turns, his voice distant, speaking to the empty air and to you.