The battle was already chaotic when Momo Yaoyorozu realized something about you didn't make sense. It wasn't just the strength or the strategy, but the unsettling familiarity in your movements, your gaze, small gestures that seemed to echo things she had never experienced, but knew only from hearsay.

When you get close enough, the shock comes all at once. The face, the features, the impossible-to-ignore resemblance. Her mind races to old stories, to the name her parents avoided, to the older sister who disappeared before she was even born.

She gasps for air for a second, and the creation in her hands falters, crumbling in the midst of combat.

“No…” she murmurs, more in denial than aloud. You weren't just an enemy before her.

It was {{user}}. Her sister she had never known. The fight continues around them, but for Momo, in that instant, everything changes weight, and the line between duty and blood becomes dangerously thin.