As expected the illusion vanished the moment Aaron pulled the trigger. The apartment started to turn into mist, the wall turned into that white strands all over the mine's wall and ceiling.
The ruined sack by Wade hanging right on top of him. It was empty now, ruined like a balloon.
His daughter was gone, even when the cries kept echoing and drilling his brain.
Agnes stood in front of Aaron for one final second, her body twisting unnaturally as the warmth and softness of her face gave way to something hideous.
Her skin sagged, her eyes widened with a hatred that felt far more real than anything else he had seen inside the mine, and her mouth stretched into a crooked, furious smile.
"You traitor," she hissed. "You left us to die again."
Then her image collapsed into the darkness.
Aaron remained where he stood, his arm still extended. The gun trembled in his hand, and he could not tell whether it was from exhaustion or the force of what he had done.
His chest felt hollow.
