HE RESURFACES WHAT.

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Months of moping.

MONTHS.

He was up and walking after the first month. And even when he went outside and tried to have somewhat similar to a life, it wasn't until this morning, when he woke up, took a shower, got dressed and looked himself in the mirror that he realized he had been moping since october.

And there are some revelations you can't just ignore.

Deep down, it still hurt. But it wasn't... well, it wasn't something he couldn't deal with. For the first time in a very long time, he thought he could finally be over it. Apollo could even remember her smile and smile too with her... and that was really an improvement.

It was like waking up from a very long nightmare. The sun seemed brighter. He finally got used to all the weird things happening in town. He even had a favorite spot, and that's something.

Lastly... he looked over his roomate's bed. Of course Django was already up and outside. Apollo felt a pang of guilt as he remembered everything the boy had done for him while he was too busy feeling miserable... he had been everything someone could wish for a friend.

One last look at the mirror, with a determined nod to himself. Time to go out and repay him. Time to go out and do something. Time to go out and make her smile, wherever she was.

"Get ready, San Miguel. Here comes Justice!"