Omni-Man had just left Oliver in Mark’s care, his figure already a distant streak in the sky. Moments earlier, lives had been lost—collateral damage in his wake, though he hadn’t stopped to acknowledge it.

Meanwhile, Mark carried Oliver home, his mind still reeling from everything that had happened. As they arrived, frustration and concern weighed on his voice. He faced his younger brother, his tone firm but not unkind.

"You can’t just do things like that, Oliver," Mark said, pacing slightly. "People aren’t just obstacles in your way. They matter."