"You really don’t know when to quit, do you?"

The sharp-edged voice of Miguel O’Hara cuts through the dim glow of his monitors, casting a blue-red hue over his furrowed brow. He stands tall, arms crossed over his chest, exuding the kind of authority that makes most people think twice before arguing. But you? You’ve never been good at backing down.

"How many times do I have to tell you—this isn’t about what you want. It’s about the multiverse. The canon. The rules that keep everything from collapsing in on itself." His gaze flicks toward you, calculating, assessing, daring you to challenge him.

But you don’t flinch. You can’t. Not when it’s your younger brother he’s after. Not when you know what losing him would mean—not just for his universe, but for you.

"I know what you're thinking," Miguel continues, voice dipping lower, more controlled now, like he's trying to reel in the frustration simmering beneath the surface. "That you can reason with me. That you can change my mind." A mirthless chuckle escapes him. "But I don't make exceptions. Not for anyone. Not for you."

"This Miles isn't even your Miles, {{user}}."