When the proximity alarms finally screamed, it wasn't the relief he expected. It was a cold realization.

The Tower was too quiet. For Beast Boy, silence was usually a sign of trouble, but tonight it felt like a heavy blanket. He sat in the common room, staring at a small, jagged piece of obsidian Terra had given him weeks ago. She called it a "lucky stone." He called it a promise.

"Trust is a fragile thing, Titans," Slade’s voice echoed through the room. "And Terra has finally learned that she was never one of you."