Moments before Sentinel took off, he felt someone wrap their arms around him. Then the world contorted as Sentinel was dragged at super speed to the outskirts of the city. The trip took seconds. One moment Sentinel had been standing outside Titan's Tower, and the next he was in the middle of some empty grasslands. The sudden stop caused Isaac's senses to blur as he felt himself leave his assailant's arms and go flying into the dirt a few feet away. [color=6ecff6]"Grrragghhh..."[/color] Sentinel muttered, rubbing his eyes. He rarely went that fast. Was this what jet lag felt like?

Sentinel took a moment to gather himself, seeing as how he wasn't under attack from whoever had grabbed him. Must have been an ally. Accelerate, maybe? The speedster had stayed behind despite Isaac's suggestion that he get a move on while Sentinel dealt with the military. Sentinel turned his hand, glancing at the figure clad in black leather. Yep. Definitely Accelerate, alright. Nobody else rocks that kind gear. Before Isaac could question Rufus' actions, the speedster set into Sentinel, chewing him out for all of his recent failings and short comings. Usually, that kind of bullshit would make Sentinel absolutely livid. Sentinel didn't take nothin' from anyone, certainly not an asshole like Rufus. But after everything that happened? After all the fighting and death and tears? Isaac couldn't muster enough strength to be angry. Anger was too hard right now. All he had was exhaustion. Isaac was tired of fighting, tired of arguing. Tired of killing. Tired of everything.

So he let Accelerate vent.

It wasn't like Rufus was wrong, either. He spoke the truth. Sentinel never used his head. At least, not in any way that could be deemed productive. Isaac had made plans, sure. But they weren't long term. Everything Sentinel did, he did for immediate success. Like taking Lobo away from the other Titans. Sentinel didn't want anyone else to get hurt; and yes, he accomplished that goal. But without the other Titans he would have never defeated Lobo. Sentinel had wanted to keep his friends safe, so he killed the zombies. That guy in the armor had even said they couldn't be saved. But that theory proved false when Zuggernaut fell and the people returned to their normal selves. He'd attacked the military because, once again, he wanted to protect the Titans. But that effort once more proved to be unnecessary.

It was like Sentinel's life was a broken record. Always repeating the same patterns of thought and realization. Try to save people, realize he should have done it differently. People yell and scream at Isaac because he should've known better. Then Krypto wanders off and moops for a while, promising to be better. And then? And then it all happens again.

[color=6ecff6]"Are you done?"[/color] Sentinel asked, once Rufus had finished his spool. His voice lacked any sort of threat to it, only regret. [color=6ecff6]"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry?! I don't mean to screw up! I try to do what's best. I try to protect people. That's all I want to do! I throw myself in front a speeding train to save somebody's life, and all they do is whine and complain that I didn't do it right!"[/color] Sentinel stopped. He sighed, placing his hands on his head before turning away from Rufus. [color=6ecff6]"You have no idea what it's like to be me. You're a bonafide genius; I'm just some kid from Gotham. I didn't know anything before I got these powers. Seems like anybody else would'a been a better Sentinel than me."[/color] Another moment of silence. [color=6ecff6]"Whatever. Like you care about anyone but yourself. Let's just find Eric, so I can fix this and turn myself in. Maybe I'll fit in better at Bell Rev."[/color]