Orion's body hurt.

He lay on his side on what looked to be a building. With a pain-filled grunt, he sat up.

Looking at his costumed body, he made a correction to his earlier statement: [i]Galaxy's[/i] body hurt.

A crowd stood below, milling about in a very confused manner. Then he saw Shadowbird, then Envy, lying on the ground.

Envy?

Suddenly, his loss of memory made sense. He stared at his hands, then Shadowbird.

He could have seriously hurt her. Looking at her lying form, he hoped that wasn't the case.

The other in his head had been screaming.

[[i]-stupidest lifeform on this entire planet, I swear. How did you think that tackling the girl with the tactile abilities made any-[/i]]

[i]Hey?[/i] he thought to her, interrupting her spiel.

[[i]-What?[/i]] she snapped.

Galaxy stared at Shadowbird's form. He needed to make sure she was okay. [i]Later[/i].

He floated down the side of the building slowly, so that he didn't irritate his injuries. Then he walked to her, across the sea of reconciling people.

Shadowbird lay next to a knocked out Envy, bruises growing on her skin.

He felt sick.
"Sorry for anything." The words barely covered how he felt.

He'd have to get the rundown of what he did later, but he assumed it was horrible.