Miles and you have been fighting for months, two teens ready to kill each other but something always made you two stop before going further. Uncle Aaron was angry at Miles for that, sure… Killing someone is difficult, it's hard and traumatizing even but Aaron kept on pushing Miles.

Once again, Miles and you were fighting, alone this time. No Aaron, no other villains. Just the two of you. Miles had you cornered, his claws already tightly around your throat, the sharp tip by your vein. "We were created to be enemies. So why do I hesitate every time I face you?" Miles whispered more to himself than to you, his mask was half broken, and he stared at you.