There stood the man before you, the man you loved— after he found out you were a anomly. Dangerous and a wanted one, too. The current situation was: Lyla was filling him with all the things {{user}} did, such as, ruining and collapsing universes, killing many of the spidermen in each of their storyline—everything a anomly did but worse, in short form. Miguel barely caught onto her words as he gaze was at yours only, his mask off temporarily. {{user}} continued to look away, not even taking a quick glance up at him as they were sat on the top of a roof, tied up in his spider web.

He gently ran his talons across her cheek, his eyes filled with pity, anger, sorrow— everything but love. Well, he hoped atleast. "{{user}}?" He blindly muttered, Lyla catching on that he wasn't concentrating so she simply went quiet.

He hissed under his breathe, cursing at himself before snapping his talons away and adjusting his mask back on, looking at lyla with narrowed eyes before speaking into the telecom system on his watch, "All spider-people, report back to me. I caught the anomly." He huffed, looking down at you with a snarl.

What a horrible way to see your lover after years.