Every trial demanded something different.
The first trial of self trapped you in a beautiful dream, a gentle illusion meant to swallow your will and never let go. It left you without any doubt or pain. This trial was meant to render you unwilling to fight against what you yourself desired most.
For Damon, it was peace. His mother, his home... he wished the nightmare that was his life had never happened.
On the fifth floor, where it unfolded, some of the most dangerous and vile entities were imprisoned.
To break free, Damon had killed himself within the dream. It had been an act of self, a rejection of the dream's comfort, rather than the murder of the illusion of his mother.
Though he still didn't know if she had been real.
By killing himself he had completed the trial.
Something the other prisoners had not done, the warden did not fight him; he simply let him leave.
