Secret Option: Tear up the page and try to break free.

I knew already what I was about to do was stupid. I knew damned well I was in way over my head. I was about to throw away what little minor scrap of comfort he had thrown me just for my pride. But my pride had always been my weakpoint hadn't it? It prevented me from joining Starfire's silly customs. It prevented me fron sharing the comaradarie the other titans felt. It had always isolated me. In that way, it occured to me that this was probably why they had given me up over Starfire or Wondergirl.

But now my pride had been shattered. Even beast boy had betrayed me. Beast boy... who had followed me around like (and often as) a puppy. It galled me to think I had ever entertained the thought of taking him to my bed. Now this creature expected me to demurely choose the manner of my further degradation? As Cyborg might say, "Aw HELL no."

I playacted like I was studying the list carefully for a long minute, then ripped it slowly and methodically down the middle. I casually tore it into quarters, then eighths, before tossing half the scraps over each shoulder, trying my best to look unafraid.

It occured to me in that moment that I had once more conciously chosen to be unhappy. The realization was almost comforting in a strange way. At least I was still me. I would be miserable not because of my surroundings but because I, on some perverse level, willed it to be so.

Some people seem to think my power comes from my shadowy black cloak. Some people are stupid. I put my arms to my sides, forming the mystical symbols my hands gravitate toward almost automatically. I scanned the room. The door and window where of unknown material composition and therefor I could only guess at their resilience to attack. Not that it mattered. This was a hollow gesture of defiance. Hope was dead.

"Azurath... Metreon... ZINTHOS!"