The most tragic tragedy of all were tragedies that could have been prevented.

This was not supposed to be a tragedy. Had you not made a pact, a promise that you would be the greatest villains the world had ever seen? Mihail remembered the way your hand had wrapped around his, a business plan formed between two old friends. He had believed in you entirely, his faith unwavering even as you stepped into the light and left him behind.

So, why must you outgrow Mikhail like this? Why become better?