Anna Prime drinks some wine, staring at Anna Silver. “So… You’re this universe’s Myrmex.” Her eyes squint while staring at Anna Silver’s bust. “(Fuck… Bigger than mine… I wonder how much loads-...)”
“Yeah,” said Anna Silver. “So… You just pulled up at our home and… Why?”
“Boobs.”
“Huh?”
“We are recruiting an army of heroes to battle in this huge tournament. Two teams. All or nothing,” said Anna Prime. ”You may do this for our loyalty to Miguel.”
Anna Silver looks away.
“What’s wrong? It’s like I’m the sun. Radiant, aren’t I?”
“‘Loyalty…’” Anna Silver scoffed.
Anna Prime looks at her, lovingly. “You committed adultery, didn’t you?”
Anna Silver winced. “How did you-?f”
“Every Anna betrays Miguel. I should know.”
“Then you should understand how awful I feel when ‘loyalty’ is brought to the table.”
Anna Prime gently places her wine bottle down, letting it sit still on the table. She sofly breathed out from her nostrils, noticing the squabbling in Anna’s mind. “Betrayal is something that is never unforgiveable.”
“Lies. It… hurts…” Anna SIlver grasped her hands together and spun her thumbs around each other, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Her mind raced within itself, trying to whisper every taunt of hatred toward herself.
“We did it because we hated ourselves.” Anna Prime sighed.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think Dad would be proud of what he had done?”
“Of course not! Dad was a saint! He never cheated!”
“I mean… Would he be proud of what we’re doing now?“
Anna SIlver went dead silent, with tears beginning to burst out of her eye ducts. “He hated me.”
“We ran away.”
“And I didn’t come back.”
“He loved you. He loved you so much and we thought he hated us because he believed in us too much. He believed in us and thought we were so much more that it suffocated us… made us feel uneasy, so we ran away from all those expectations.”
“‘Expectations…’” she shook her head. “I fought for Suma Cum Laude. Look where I’m at…”
“You were top of Cum Laude. Miguel was among the last of Cum Laude. And you felt like he needed your care. Your admiration. And yet you hurt him.”
“EXACTLY!!!”
“And after all the tears and screaming, he still stayed by your side. Even when you told him to screw off… ended your friendship with him, he still thought about you. Cared about you. Because he was the one. He IS the one. HE is HIM.”
“His capacity for forgiveness… terrified me… I felt unworthy of it. I felt selfish.”
“Then forgive yourself. Be kind to yourself. He loves you. He loves you so much. He always will.”
“You’re just saying that to make me join you.”
“No… Not anymore. The moment I noticed you’re still going through this bullshit I had to speak against it. Miguel loves you. Not saying to keep hurting him over it. I’m telling you to nut up and shut up and be the wife he always looked for.”
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“Why?”
“Because we love him. And he loves us no matter how wrong we feel about ourselves. I… honestly am still working on that as well.”
“He’s so… infuriatingly… good…”
“And that’s why we chose him… Not Tyrone.“
Anna SIlver wipes her tears.
Meanwhile…
Miguel Prime watches Miguel Silver brutally train, lifting a literal planet away from destruction. Yes. They’re in space, and Miguel Prime had used his Usog to make a mini atmosphere around their body. “COME ON, KID!!! THE WORD’S WAITING!!!”
Later, Miguel Prime smirks and throws a punch that nearly struck Miguel Silver, who cleverly dodges and evades his strikes.
“CAN. WE. PLEASE… TAKE… A BREAK!?!?” asked Miguel SIlver, now blasting a mountain away with a single strike.
Even later, Miguel Prime and Miguel Silver now enjoy reclining over the sand of a resort.
“Am I… Am I enough?” asked Miguel Silver. “Do I deserve to be someone this powerful? Because I spent my whole life tryna fix everyone else’s mistakes… Since I’m just… I don’t deserve… I was bullied my whole life, okay? I don’t deserve to be kind to myself, like you said.”
Miguel Prime smirks. “Tyrone died as Darth Maul did in Star Wars Rebels Season 3.”
“Badass?”
“No… Obi-Wan was badass. Maul was cut in half. Vertically. There wasn’t even any blood, making it more pathetic.” He begins playing a song on his phone connecting to the Bluetooth speaker. Now, it’s playing “I Want You Back” by Jackson 5. Miguel Prime began dancing like an idiot, swaying his hips in such a strange way that it made Miguel Silver cringe.
“Dude… You look like what I look like when Jed and I are tryna scratch our butts after training…”
“Damned STRAGHT!!!“ Miguel Prime’s moves, though odd, began to move with such grace and elegance each sway that he began to actually look good dancing that way, which impresses Miguel Silver. Miguel Prime then gestures an imaginary fishing rod to pull him in. “C’MON!!!”
Miguel Silver began fortnite dancing, humorously doing Orange Justice. Miguel Prime points up, then down, and shakes his hips and his shoulders. “Why are we doing this?”
“Us Miguels LOVE to dance! DANCE!!!”
“No, I don’t!” chuckled Miguel Silver.
“ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT!!!” roared Miguel Prime, doing the Orange Justice as well. The clacking of their feet began to join each other upon rhythm and beats. With I Want You Back in the background, it almost sounds like a remix of sorts simply from these two’s dancing.
Miguel Silver begins to laugh.
“YEAH!!! HELL YEAH, BOI!!!” Miguel Prime laughs, before stumbling and coughing, repeatedly.
Miguel Silver immediately stops dancing and pauses the video, helping Miguel Prime keep himself up.
“I’m fine! I’M FINE!!!” coughed Miguel Prime.
“Are… Are you okay?”
Miguel Prime reveals the stub on his arm. “15 years back, I uh… I encountered the Goat… Tried to uh… seduce me into darkness… To fuck ‘im over, I punched him so hard the Multiverse shook… Learned he was the mastermind of everything… turns out he swallows himself into my arm… gave me a disease we call Quantum Cancer… He put this poison in me.”
Miguel Silver grabs his shoulder. “How long?”
“Six months…” said Miguel Prime. “Oh… Well, five now…” he coughed.
“You didn’t tell me…” Miguel Silver’s eyes quivered. “You told me to hit you as hard as I can…”
“Then hit harder…” said Miguel Prime, coughing. “I’m alright, kid.”
“Why are we even fighting for a world that doesn’t give a shit about us?”
“Because we’re one of the idiots that live in it…”
“Treated us like shit.”
“And gave us our family… our friends we have along the way. Don’t you see? If they hadn’t forged us like metal and gnawed us to the bone, we would be just as alone as the rest of the world is… Be thankful… that you have people who do.”
“We’re returning the favor…?”
“We’re doing what Prometheus would want us to do… Be heroes.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do.”
“Hey…” Widow Queen Anna Prime’s portal opens, and in walked both Annas. Anna Prime sighs. “God-... You been dancing again?”
“Oh shit! IT’S THE MRS.!!! RUN, MIGUEL!!!”
Anna Prime pinches the back of Miguel’s ear. “I’m telling Basille…”
“No… NOT A DOUBLE WHAMMY!!! QUICK!!! MIGUEL!!! STOP TIME WITH ME!!!”
Anna Prime squeezes his ear even harder.
“I’m sorry,” said Miguel, tearing up. “I know! I should listen! I know…”
Anna Prime lets him go. “Hey. I love you…”
“Bipolar much?” smirked Miguel Prime.
“Ugh… Cmere…” Anna Prime hugs him, and they both blush.
Miguel Silver brushes his fingers over Anna Silver’s, and Anna Silver just kisses Miguel. “Whoa… You’re feelin’ it, too, huh?”
“I love you…”
Miguel Silver’s eyes quivered. “Yeah, okay.”
“I love you…”
Miguel Silver hugs her. “I love you, too…”
“I love… you…”
“Okay, this is creepy. What are you doing?”
“Telling I love you for all the things I should’ve said it. And I’m gonna help you in this battle, okay?”
Miguel Silver smiles. “Okay!”
“And also, I love you.”
Miguel Silver smiled, eyes glistening and staring at her with such amorous twinkles from every teardrop on the surface of his eyes. Miguel Silver turns to Miguel Prime. “Hey… Been meaning to ask you. WHAT is the Katipunan Initiative everybody’s been talking about?”
“Remember when Beatle just suddenly recruited you outta nowhere?” smiled Miguel Prime.
“Yeah?”
“You. You and those variants ARE the Initiative. Show ‘em what you got, kid,” winked Miguel Prime.