Desmond is slowly making his way out the school corridors. He have never used a crutch before, never been seriously injured before... before Lazarus. Feeling weak he uses the walls as support but slips and falls down on the cold hard floor. Desmond keeps limping, trying to get to the cottage. 

When the tired, broken, shaking Desmond finally sees the cottage he throws the crutch away, sick of it. Trying to jump on one leg but he keeps feeling dazed so he begins to crawl his way to the cottage. Lying before the door he leaves his eye patch outside before he enters. 

Sitting in the middle of the room mumbling "This isn't me" over and over again. Suddenly trembling in fear he starts to scratch and dig with his fingers in his eyes until he get a calming sensation. Leaning back against a bedside he raises his right hand and starts to channel a flow of mana that heats up air inside the cottage. A brief moment before the disaster Desmond felt how he had made peace. Desmond still sitting in the burning cottage, [i]consumed by his own flames...[/i]