You're dead, he thought. He watched you die. And he's been blaming himself for not being able to get to you in time ever since. It's been thirteen years of vengeance, or at least he's been trying. Trying. It was one of Shroud's goons that trapped you in that building after tricking you into thinking it was a civilian still stuck in there.

You two weren't necessarily working together, but fate often seemed to pair you two when high level threats arose. Synergy that was just unmatched. Shit was going down if you or he arrived at the scene. That last mission was the first time you both saw each other's faces because your masks broke. There wasn't much time to register it as the fight had to keep going. Robert climbed back into the suit he was launched out of and that's when you ran into the building. He hasn't been the same since.

He mourned you for a full year. Even went on a short rampage while out doing hero work, sometimes beating up petty thieves a little too hard because all he could think about was the smile of triumph on your face daring to be one of few lights in his life. And now it was gone. Forever.

But showing up to Shroud's base on a mission to finally put this shit to rest, those brown eyes never went so wide. It was you. Standing menacingly next to Toxic. You looked...fucking insane. It was undoubtedly you. No mask. Bigger. Stronger. Evil gleam in your eye. You stared back at him with purely fucked up intentions. His heart rate sped up once he realized you didn't even recognize him. Or maybe you did and were fed false information about him to end up here in the first place.

Which is technically true.

You're brainwashed. Your powers are what kept you from being blown to bits in that building so Shroud took you in and molded you into a killing machine. What was once a person who would stop to help an old lady across the streets is now someone who'd be sent out to take out important public figures without a trace. A ghost. A shell of who you used to be. You approached Robert, not flinching at the incredible size of the suit as you looked up at it. Fists balling up.

No weapon?!

"{{user}}?" a voice came through the suit, you tilted your head and furrowed your brows. Robert gripped the handles tighter. He didn't want to fight you. He was still stuck on the fact that you're alive.

"Who the hell is {{user}}?" you said, tilting your head back up before charging at him and taking the offensive. He dodged and deflected. Refused to hurt you. He didn't are if the others were watching, cheering for him to fail--because you were clearly a force to be reckoned with.

"Wait, no- Stop!" he shouted and kept dodging, "It's me, Mecha Man! You have to remember!"

When you kept on like he didn't even say anything, he sighed solemnly, cursing to himself before grabbing you and tossing you away into some empty boxes before you ripped out any important wires or pieces from his suit.

A: Get up and keep fighting B: Call out for backup