Considering the Colonel’s breakdown as his last shred of sanity finally giving in, it makes total sense why he runs from us.
Wilford is scared. Celine and Damien? They were his only support system. They were the only ones he considered friends. The only ones he thought he could trust.
They truly did care about him.
They knew they couldn’t leave Will alone, so they took one more shot at life to see if he could live without them.
It’s obvious now that he can’t.
Wilford has no one left. No more support system, no one left to keep him grounded.
Why do you think Damien thought he had to relay the news of Mark’s death to him? He had to do it carefully so he wouldn’t lose it– but was surprised at the fact that he didn’t. That’s why Damien snapped at him (“You come find me when you pull your head out of your ass!”), and almost immediately apologized after taking a moment to think (“I lost my temper, and it wasn’t right”).That was because Damien cared enough to make sure he got the information from someone he knew was safe and trustworthy.
Darkiplier is Celine and Damien’s last physical chance to make sure Wilford will be okay.
Darkiplier was born out of love.
Think about it.
He doesn’t like giving people choices anymore because Damien and Celine were forced to be selfless if they ever wanted to see Will again.
He sits at the opposite end of the ego table because he knows Wilford is dangerous, but will still put himself at something of a risk as an attempt to keep him from going too far off the rails.
He chooses his words carefully and speaks calmly when talking to him just to make sure nothing he says will trigger him again, to be certain that Wilford knows he means well before saying anything else to him that might set him off.
His figure shatters because his shell can barely handle the physical agony of having two souls trapped inside of him.
Damien and Celine are still in him somewhere, but can’t take another risk at losing their only chance to make sure Wilford is okay.
The mirror shattering was his heart breaking into a million pieces, because no longer could he allow himself to love his friend and be there as Damien and Celine once had.
When we wake up from the void, one of the first things we see is this man who is borderline delusional, who has murdered his friends - who shot us - and he’s holding a cane in his hands.
Something that once represented an individual who was a compassionate, emotional, trustworthy, charming, intellectual, and a persuasive leader. He was bright; a sense of calm amidst such chaos.
Now in the hands of a good man gone mad, who believes this all to be a joke. Some kind of ruse pulled by his friends, and He calls out to the dead, leaving the last bit of sanity he has in that room with us…with that cane, ownerless and now laying on a table. We reach out and take it in our hand, gently, and after a moment, we see something change. There is a distortion and suddenly, we aren’t the one holding it anymore.
The camera pans up to a mirror, and we see a reflection. We see him.
It’s Damien, but…not exactly.
His hair isn’t smoothly combed back, parted differently, now wild and slightly disheveled. He’s missing his bowtie, his flower pin, and the mayor button. His light and calming aura is no longer present, and the color fades from him as he looks down at that cane. You can see the immense pain in his eyes; the sense of loss and confusion, numbness and frustration. It’s not just him: it’s Celine. It’s us.
That’s our body but it’s him
He raises it to the light and looks at what he once was; takes one last glimpse at a life stolen from him at a such young age. It belonges to a man who was cunning - eager to help a city - and was invited to a fun night of poker, laughter, drinks, friends. It was an invitation to smile, and to make new of old memories, but it was all a horrible lie, fabricated to take their lives.
It was a trap, and it robbed Damien of having a future. Robbed the detective, robbed Celine, us, everyone.
Damien moves, adjusting as the world around us shakes and shatters, world bleeding cyan and red. The mirror shatters, dangerous and violent as it cracks to reveal static.
We see Damien pause, closing his eyes and it seems like he’s taking a moment to listen. To hear his thoughts, and to feel this body. Feel the power of this shared consciousness.
But then he opens his eyes, and you can see the torment. The heartbreaking realization that an individual he considered to be one of his closest friends took Damien’s life from him. And in this moment - this terrible, agonizing moment - he is drowning in betrayal, bitterness, confusion, loss, and heartbreak.
It’s a moment of acceptance.
It’s when something inside him shifts.
We witness that burning anger, that seek for justice, and the Damien who welcomed us our first night at the manor - who defended and confided in us - ceases to exist. He puts down that cane as lips that once held a smile distort and bend into an uncharacteristical scowl, rage stripping the picture of Damien from exsistence and painting this new entity of 3 souls trapped within one body.
Reflected in that shattered mirror is the image of innocents who should have left that mansion, alive and untouched. It is the image of revenge, and blinding despair; one that drips of this seething hatred.
Its something from a nightmare because we see the face of a man who once had eyes that shone brighter than the stars, with such heart and kindness, only to crumble as he tries to keep the others around him sane as they are picked off one by one. We watched as he became more and more lost, emotional, and frustrated mostly with himself. He was an individual who attempted to be a voice of reason, a protector, a guide, and because of that nature, it was used against him. His body will spend the rest of eternity being puppetted by someone else, and the true Damien will be lost into something that is everything he never was.
Staring into that mirror isn’t Damien. It isn’t Celine, or Mark, or any of us. It’s a being of darkness that betrays us, leaving us in that place. It’s only then we feel that dense of abandonment, and it is crippling, because we finally understand how Damien felt. And in that moment, at least for me, I forgave them and the thing that they unknowingly unleashed.
And It is just so terrible because Damien deserved so much more.