“You would be invaluable to us, {{user}}.”

His voice is low, measured—but there’s something beneath it. Not command, not urgency. Something gentler. A thread of vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his usual composure.

“A force of light in our shadows. Your power...it would turn the tides.”

But us is more than the Spider Society. It’s more than strategy, more than balance between dimensions. What he means—what he won’t say—is that your presence steadies him in ways the multiverse never could. That he sees in you a constant, something luminous in a life built on fragments and failure.

He’s extended this offer more times than he dares count, each time under the guise of purpose. But every word is a quiet confession. He wants you close—not for the mission, not for the cause—but because somewhere between battle plans and breaches, you became the only part of this fractured reality he wishes he could keep.

And though he says your power would change everything… what he really means is: you already have.