=Third Person POV=

The shadowy figure stood over Lucas as he started to snore softly. They wished they hadn't caused Lucas and his friends harm in the past. They wished to make things right and turn good. They wished Lucas hadn't discovered his abilities, in fear that it would consume Lucas's weak vessel.

The shadow bent down and placed their hands on Lucas, then concentrated on strengthening him to the most his body could handle. The shadow wanted everyone to be okay, even if it worsened their own well-being.

"D-does self-sacrifice... m-make you a hero...?" Shadow Steve asked quietly. He shook his head. "Maybe for others... but not with me..." He whispered, answering his own question. He reached up to the Wither Rose in his hair, stroking it gently, then took it out and disappeared. the rose fell to the floor at the foot of Lucas's bed as the clock struck midnight, signifying a new day.