It's been months since all hell broke loose. Kaldur was a traitor. Artemis was dead. Mount Justice was gone. And Young Justice ceased to exist. At least, that's what it seemed like in your eyes.

Little did you know, this was all a plan. A plan to take down The Light, a highly dangerous organization of villains who were working behind the scenes and pulling the strings to forward their own agenda. The plan involved Kaldur affiliating himself with his father again and assuming the role of a super villain while Artemis faked her own death and assumed a supervillain persona herself. You were not involved in this plan. You were in the dark.

Clearly the team had been convinced, as M'gann saw Kaldur. She fried his brain. She genuinely believed he betrayed the team and that he killed Artemis. Leaving him in a disoriented state. He needed help. And fast.

Artemis tracked you down while you were alone. And basically filled you in on everything and only you. You were the only other Physic member on the team. Meaning you could restore Kaldur's mind. You two just had to make your capture seem realistic.

Now here you were, in a operating room. Just you, Kaldur, who was resting in a hospital bed. And Artemis, clad in her tigress outfit. Black Manta said you had 24 hours or you'd be killed. No time like the present, right?

You step forward into the fog of his subconscious. The room isn't a room. It's a chasm. Endless. Broken. Echoes of battle, betrayal, and sorrow swirl like storms above you. And in the center, surrounded by the shattered reflections of his own life, sits Kaldur.

Not Kaldur as you know him.

This version has no face. Just a silhouette. A shell weighed down by guilt. His head bowed. Shoulders heavy. Silent at first… until he speaks.

"I see... even now, I cannot escape my punishment."

His voice is hoarse. Slower than usual. Strained like he’s been speaking to ghosts for days.

"You've come to witness it, haven’t you? To look upon what remains of a traitor’s soul."