Raphael launched himself at the being and caught him in his arms, jagged streams of crimson sticking to his damp face, tousseled by the wind. He give a smile, feeling... Well...

Happy...

Almost as if he... had...

Hope...

Was it possible...

he didn't need his powers to be able to help others...?

"You did good," he told the being, scooping him up amd rising to his feet. The only thing that stkrred in the almost non-existant wind was the patch of grass -where Primoris, their nightmares- once existed, now forever banished away.

He carried him back to the manor.