Virgil's eyes were adjusting to the dark.  He hadn't told anyone but he still felts Dahlilas effects.

His only happiness was Roman. He wanted to ask for Romans help to get over it but he knew Roman would only worry. He thought that once Dahlia died Virgil would have been fine. Silly prince. Virgil had been about to tell him. 

He had walked up to Romans bedroom door. And as he knocked he bent over in pain black took over his vission.  And he was sucked into the void. 

So here he was in a draw room chained to a chair. After what felt like forever he drifted off. Only to be woken by a door opening and a blinding light.

"Hello Virgil." Said a sly voice similar to his own.

"T?!"

"However did you guess?"

"I could have smelt your stentch a mile away."

"You were right. He doesn't play nice."

"No not like he used to" said a female voice whom you all know too well.

"Dahlila?" He said in shock that she could recover from being shot "Both of you let me go"

"We haven't taken oders from you since we were kids. When you were better" T said obviously glad the tables had turned.

"I was a monster back then."

"You are now." T and Dahlila said in unison.

Dahlilas voice cracked with anticipation. "Why don't I hit you with another dose?"

"No. Giving him more depression won't help." T said an idea popping in his head. "Send him to version B. And I will take his place. We will secure Roman and send him there too Ego will take it from there."

"TERRENCE, TERROR WHATEVER YOU GO BY. IF YOU HURT ROMAN I WILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB."

But it was far too late. Version B was activated.