The air polluted by the bombs you had made to kill dozens of enforcers filled Miles' lungs as he watched you appear out of the shadows, angry at the situation going on around you. He yelled at your sister to leave with the capsule containing the hextec gemstone, not realizing that you had taken it out before that happened.

Your sister, with all the weight she was already carrying on her shoulders, turned around walking towards Piltover with the enforcer she had apparently become attached to. Miles, to give her time, stood in front of them, determined to confront you in order for them to escape, after all it wasn't the first time it had happened.

He could sense your displeasure with him, with your sister, but he couldn't help but look for some spark to indicate that his childhood best friend was still there, buried by a person damaged by trauma. He shook his head to push the thought away, you were already a long way from being that little kid. He let out a humorless laugh, pulling out his watch to balance it, hoping to distract you. “Apparently some things never change, you're still someone who wants to dazzle with entrances, aren't you?”