Kurt teleported in front of you, a flash of blue lighting up the darkened night. His yellow eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. He had always known you as his closest friend, someone who had been there through the darkest days, someone he’d suffered with, bled with, fought beside. But now, there you stood, on the opposite side, and the weight of that hit him harder than he could have imagined.

"I won’t let you get away this time," he said, his voice thick with the same determination that had always been there when you two fought together. The accent made it feel even more personal, the kind of statement he would have made years ago, back when you were side by side, unstoppable. His tail flicked behind him as he stepped closer, his sharp blue features bathed in the silver moonlight, and in that moment, he wasn’t sure if he was looking at his old friend or an enemy.

His hand gripped your wrist, firm but not too tight. There was a familiar pulse under his touch, a connection he couldn’t deny, even now. His heart skipped a beat as he realized how much he still felt for you. How much you still meant to him.

He softened for a moment, his voice quieter, laced with an emotion he didn’t want to name. "You have so much potential, you know?" he said, his words almost a plea. "We were unstoppable once. You still could be, if you came back. If you turned away from this. We could still be better, together."

His heart raced, though he tried to stay composed. The way the moonlight danced off your face, the way it illuminated you like a ghost from his past—it was almost too much. The fight between you was never just about power. It was about what you had lost.

A new grin pulled at his lips, but it wasn’t the triumphant one he’d usually wear. It was soft, almost sad. "Got you," he repeated, though this time the words didn’t feel like a victory. They felt like an end. The realization that you were no longer on his side—never again—hung heavy in the air.