Artemis took a sip of water from a cup on his locker. “I don’t want
to go back to being me completely. My old self is what brought on
Atlantis Complex in the first place.”
“You did some bad things, Artemis. But you wouldn’t do them
again. Let them go.”
“Really? You can just let things go?”
“It’s not that easy, but you can do it with our help, if it’s what you
really want.”
Artemis rolled his eyes. “Potions and therapy, heaven help me.”
“Dr. Argon is a bit of a fame hound, but he’s good. The best. Also,
I’m sure No1 can give you a magical detox, get the last of those sparks
out of your system.”
“That sounds painful.”
“Maybe. But you’ll have friends around you. Good friends.”
…

“So,” he said, trying to sound more lighthearted than he actually
felt, with the Atlantis Complex bubbling at the base of his temporal
lobe.
Arrange this, it said.
Count that.
Beware four. Four is death.

- The Atlantis Complex, Epilogue