Keaton had shot Hades. He managed to incapacitate him long enough for the other Hades- the true enemy, the Awakened- to rush forward and blow Hades' head off. The echo of the explosion remained. His head was nowhere to be found. Only blood and gore remained where his head was. Keaton's eyes widened, as he took in the scene. This time, he didn't scream. He stood for a good five minutes, simply looking at the blood collect.
Keaton swallowed. He walked forward, and looked at the body. Maybe he frisked it, maybe he didn't. The whole event was blurry in reflection. Keaton's mind went blank, bar one thought: search the room. He walked slowly around the room, touching objects, holding them, placing them back. Perhaps he took something. After he searched the room, he walked out, his vision darkening at the edges.
Outside that building, life seemed to be proceeding as normal. Keaton stood from the entrance to the building, waiting. For what, he didn't know.