Beatle sighs, typing into his computer.
A version of Tyrone walks past him and throws a crumpled-up paper at him.
Beatle sighs. "Do you mind? I'm trying to ignore your very existence, here."
"You Aswangs, Atypicals, and... Whatever the fuck you are. Stupid. Idiots. Shoving it in everybody's face. Your problems. We have problems, too. Least we don't whine about it."
"We're not whining. We're making rules to balance the playing field for us to survive in this shithole of a Multiverse. And people with sentiment like yours is fucking trash."
"What did you say to me?"
Beatle looms eight feet tall before the Tyrone Variant. "Come again?"
"Sure! All OVER YOUR FACE!!!" The Tyrone Variant punches Beatle, only to scream in pain.
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"I bet you're just as angry as every other Tyrone when they figure out they aren't the center of the fucking universe. Right? Honestly, just leave me be. We don't have time for you."
"Where's your Tyrone? Huh?"
"He started serving me and died a hero."
"I CAN'T... ACCEPT THAT!!! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THAT!!! I CAN'T BE LESSER THAN YOU!!!"
"You aren't. You can be so much more..."
"THEN WHY!?!? WHY IS THAT OUR FATE!?!? OUR DESTINY!?!?"
"Because most of ye are arrogant fucking babies who want God to give them a diaper change."
The Tyrone Vaiant's lip quivers.
"Leave me be..."
"Black Sabbath, your Anna, never amounted to anything to you, hm? It's always your job over her. Your purpose over her."
"I let go of her because I love her, fool. I let go because she could've lived a much happier life without me. She chose to stay. Not out of love. Out of guilt."
"Yeah... And guess what? She never loved you. She loved us. Tyrones."
"Yeah, I know. And I loved Aurora, Morningstar Prime, or just Ruru. Anna was always for you's and Aurora's were for usses. Aurora loves me. Regardless of what I do. I should be considered lucky. Because Annas don't always end up with their Tyrones. So, in the most kindliest way, fuck off, runt."
The Tyrone Variant gives such an ugly frown before spitting on Beatle's face, walking away. Beatle sighs and just continues reading the paper on his computer.