Anna gasps and covers her mouth, seeing Gabrielle and Miguel having been torn to near shreds. "No..." she sobbed silently. "No... My babies... My babies..." She sobbed, softly landing her hands on their wounds, before sobbing.
Gerard plays with his katana. "We are sorry, our First Lady..." Gerard bowed before her.
Fred sighs. "Ye... We uh... didn't know... They've been huntin' these guys named Prowls... 'Parrently the Beatz Boys were lyin' to us, yeh?"
"We fought one guy before..." said Jedan. "Why didn't Miguel tell us how big this was?"
Chris' eyes quiver.
Beatle walks in.
"Hey," said Anna. "Why the hell didn't you tell us about these Prowl things?"
"Your job is to gather funds for our new empire. The funds will be used for separate projects from tax-based projects..."
"Fuck off, old Miguel. You very well DAMN know that Miguel and Gabrielle were doing these... whatever this was because you were treating them just as Prometheus was treating them!"
"Do not compare me to that kid," said Beatle.
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"Beatle. They need us."
"If Miguel wants to grow, he has to do this by himself."
"Yeah. And why don't you do it yourself?"
"I'm... doing something else..." said Beatle. "I can't be actively seen fighting Aurora. She'll take that as a sign of aggression."
"Aren't you at war with her?"
"WE ALWAYS HAVE!!!" roared Beatle. "The best thing to do is to fight for a ceasefire AND NONE OF THOSE FUCKIN' IDIOTS SITTING ON THEIR THRONES THE PEOPLE GAVE 'EM WANT TO CARE!!! All they care about is resource allocation even though it's been solved for them years ago by Prometheus. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I get why Prometheus did this to you. ALL this to you. Because I am THIS close to doing something drastic..." He pinches his thumb.
"There's no space in between-..."
"FUCKING EXACTLY!!!" roared Beatle. "So, if you plan on fighting the Prowls yourself, be my guest. But remember, you're his family. He NEEDS you to land on after every fight."
"And when we see him die one day? Now what?"
"He won't die."
"And WHAT IF he does!? THEN we can fight? Hm?" asked Anna. "I don't care how strong these Prowls are. We'll kill them. All of 'em."
"You don't understand."
"What DONT WE UNDERSTAND!?!?"
"I AM BEATLE SAINT KING!!! ME!!! I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 800 YEARS, AND I'LL STILL KEEP DOING THIS BY MYSELF!!!" he yelled. "Sorry for yelling. Shit..."
"Beatle..." sighed Anna. "Miguel..."
"Do not use my slave name."
"Well, I will. Look, alternate Miguel. The difference between you and our Miguel is that he cared strongly enough to allow his friends to take care of him. He had us. You pushed everyone away."
Beatle begins crying. "I just don't want him to lose you, too."
"Then help us help him," said Anna. "We won't ever leave you, okay, grandpa Beatle?"
Beatle nods. "Okay."