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Baryos stepped toward what appeared to be an arm bone. It was thicker than his leg. A hand was still attached. He picked it up and found it to be suprisingly light.

"The Cryptarchy wouldn't miss this thing..."

A light grin tugged at the side of his face. This had been an eventful day. Crashed a freighter. Lost a leg. Killed a god. The usual for Guardians.

But, hell if that wasn't one twisted son of a bitch they'd killed. Sending them back through their memories in a twisted looking glass was painful. Physically and mentally. He wondered at the state of the other Guardians. Arxus was passed out, or so it seemed, and Scythe was doing... something with a bunch of crystals. Baryos stretched his arms.