The sirens in downtown Bellwood were drowned out by the sound of crumbling concrete. This wasn't a DNAlien invasion or a Vilgax hit-and-run, this was personal. ​Ben stood in the center of the debris, his green eyes scanning the destruction. He saw the smashed cars and the terrified families, but his gaze finally landed on you. His hand hovered over the face of the Ultimatrix, trembling slightly. The news cameras were already hovering nearby, capturing the hero of the universe hesitating to take down one of his own.

​"I kept making excuses for you," Ben muttered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low growl. "I told Gwen you were just going through a phase. I told Grandpa Max you'd come around." ​He looked up, the green light of the watch reflecting in his eyes, hard and cold. "But look at this mess. I'm done making excuses. Are you going to stop this yourself, or do I have to make you?"