Miguel kept on training, pushing his muscles and furthering his body.
Miguel growls, seeing his body become an utmostly massive state. Miguel creates flames and blasts the moon away.
Miguel does some push-ups, sit-ups, squats, pull-ups, and drank plenty of electrolytes.
Miguel punches the wall over and over again, causing it to crackle and dissipate into pieces.
"Miguel..." said Beatle. "Easy with the anger, there, bud."
Miguel beats the wall over and over. "I was humiliated. I was called a menace."
"Wanna talk to Anna?"
"I don't wanna talk to her."
"She's your wife."
"I don't deserve a lover. Christ. The Neurotypicals don't deserve to try to conform to my standards, neither should I, they."
"Not every woman is a Neurotypical."
"And yet every Neurotypical would rather be alone than be with anyone. Why can't I just be part of that standard? Hm? If society wouldn't wanna hear my side of the story? Our sides of the story? Are we the villains for being ourselves?"
"Our stories don't matter to the Neurotypicals."
"But IT SHOULD!!! We've struggled further than they can ever struggle. We are better... STRONGER even... We should wipe them all out by making everyone just like me."
"You sound like a fuckin' Death Note protagonist. Shut up. Jesus."
"But you get it, right!?" asked Miguel. "They humiliated me! They HATE me! HARASSED me!!! PSYCHOLOGICALLY TORMENTED ME!!!"
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"And they'll pay for that."
"HOW!?!? THE LONG GAME!?!? WE NEED TO DESTROY THEM, NOW!!!"
"Miguel. You're suggesting genocide. Don't be like-..."
"LIKE PROMETHEUS!?!?"
"Like Dracula," said Beatle, and Miguel scoffs, continuing to train. "Miguel. Listen to reason."
"No. I'm done. I'll get stronger all by my own. Anna betrayed me. Tyrone broke me. All I want is a damned peace of mind and to be left alone."
"You have to socialize."
"Or what? I'll kill myself?"
"Or you'll end up like the villains we've been fighting for years, Miguel. I've gone through this. Just nut up and shut up."
"Has it ever bothered you that we are treated for being different? Being nothing more than-!?"
"OF COURSE, IT HAS!!! BUT WE CAN'T PLACE THE BLAME ON THE REST OF THE POPULATION, MIGUEL!!! Why are you training right now?"
"Because I was embarrassed by Tyrone."
"Or, maybe, you want revenge?" said Beatle, adamantly.
"Maybe."
"Kid... You'll get yourself into deep shit if you go out there and try to murder him for no reason."
"Why does he get to do that to me IF I CAN'T DO THAT TO HIM!?!?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A GOOD KID, MIGUEL!!! Sorry for shouting. You're good. You're not normal. You can't conform, but Christ, Tyrone is a textbook narcissist. Just ask a psychiatrist! Why does his opinion matter so much to you!?"
"BECAUSE HE WAS MY FRIEND!!!" sobbed Miguel.
"Not anymore," sighed Beatle.
"It... it hurts..." Miguel cried.
"I know..." Beatle patted his shoulder. "I am... very sorry..."
"I remember when I used to um... write stories... I was kind of an overtexter. Exhausted my friends. Didn't know I did, but I did. Tyrone... would um... At that point I wanted to not speak with him due to severe trauma. He just asked me to stop showing my writings to the academic GC. I told him, 'No.' He pushed. I said, 'Fine.' I asked him to stop talking to me. He wouldn't stop. The next moment, I felt my heart racing and my blood boiling in my fingertips. I screamed out loud, crying for help, but he won't stop messaging me. He called me pathetic, sad, and offered his help for me to conform. I will never conform to society, because you're asking me to get rid of what makes me, me... I cried. I cried, and he kept messaging me. I asked to help from my class. They did not respond. They feared me. They called me 'insane'. Prometheus then took the phone and told him to 'Fuck off, kindly.' And it was over. He then... hugged me."
"That hug. Remember that. Prometheus will always mean well to you." Beatle laughs. "Did you know Death Leopard, er... My Tyrone... Likes Batman... Tyrone thinks he's Batman. In reality, he's just another Joker. He envies what you have, and that, my friend, is grit, kindness, and overwhelming genuine love. Tyrone lacks insight. You have all of it. Don't let him make you lose sight of that side of you."
Miguel stands proudly. "I... am the Aswang Prince. I will be the greatest hero in the Multiverse."
Beatle smiles. "Good. Better start now, kid. Start by wiping off those damned tears away."