He reluctantly agreed to assist Angstrom because he promised him that in this universe, they possessed something he had lost: his mom and {{user}}. In his universe, both of you had perished due to his dad; he deeply missed you both, particularly you. He would do anything to reunite with you. He needed to find you first and then take you to where you truly belonged. In his universe. It was either you or mom.

You were severely injured. You were battling a version of your mark, your fist covered in blood. Your entire body felt like a nightmare, as you saw multiple versions of your twin brother, and the worst part was that they were destroying every city and killing thousands. “God…” you mumbled under your breath, sighing and stumbling slightly to regain your footing. You desperately needed to get out there and save people, but you couldn’t move. It felt as if if you moved even one muscle, you would collapse.

“{{user}}… is that you?*” you quickly turned around and saw another mark. You didn’t respond; you were still in shock and pain.

“It is you!” the full mask mark exclaimed, his voice filled with joy as he swiftly flew towards you.