"EXCUSE YOU?!?! THE DISHES!?!?" asked Miguel Azral, the Aswang Prince from Blood of the Aswangs. "THAT'S IT!!! I'M MOVIN' OUT!!!"

Now...

"That's it?" asked Beatle. "He moved out 'cuz of that? That's like something as trivial as drinking eggnog at New Year's... You fought OVER THAT...?"

"What the HELL are you on about!?" asked Prometheus. "You CAN'T just drink eggnog at New Year's! IT'S A CRIME!!!"

"Go be silent from your American ways, Pro," said Beatle. "You've forgone your OWN HERITAGE, my dear friend."

"My heritage is BEING A BETTER VERSION THAN YOU!!!"

"We'll see about that. Heard you were a Grandpappy."

"Heard you JUST had a kid."

"I'M AT WAR, PROMETHEUS!!! Not every day on this Earth can you find some random child and adopt 'em."

"You DID."

"Yeah! AND IT'S REALLY HARD when you swore an oath to protect YOUR OWN WORLD and thus MUST STAY THERE!!!"

Beatle and Prometheus just kept on walking together toward the east.

"Why can't we just hitch a portal ride!?" asked Prometheus.

"Because Ruru will detect us," said Beatle.

"Ah... Shouldn't have done that in Nueva Yorca, then."

"EXCUSE YOU!?!? YOU WERE THE BREACH LAST FIVE YEARS AGO!?!?"

"To be fair, you were an amnesiac then. Plus, Nueva Yorca was a bit more... rudimentary then. How'd you beat that EVIL AI thingie, anyway?"

"I tore its head and spine outta its body," said Beatle.

"Dark. Ooh! Beatle! Look over here!" Prometheus runs to a strange small creature with white fur all around its body and a cute little anime face on it. "It's a Snowjake! I LOVE these things!"

Beatle smiles. "Aw!"

Prometheus then grabs the cute little critter and cracks it open like a coconut as it squeals in pain and blue blood and tentacles leak out of its body as Prometheus eats the critter alive.

"Jesus Christ..." sighed Beatle.

"DON'T SAY THE LORD'S NAME IN VAIN!!!" yelled Prometheus, thus doing the sign of the cross, proceeding to slurp the critter's innards. "Mmm! Try it! Best spaghetti in the Multiverse!"

"No."

"Try it!"

"NO!!!"

Prometheus shoves it in Beatle's mouth.

Beatle chokes in disgust, but smiles after. "Wow."

Prometheus smirks. "Mhm! Mhm! That's right! TASTE that blue sauce... Mmm... Smear it in your TONGUE!!!"

"That was rather nice," said Beatle. Beatle does the sign of the Cross. "Bless us our Lord-..."

"Phew!!!" smiled Prometheus. "Welp! Time to do the Unchristian thing and try to kill to survive!"

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Beatle and Prometheus walk toward the horizon as pink and yellow shimmerings painted the sky with clouds fogging the sky like beauteous twilight.

The day was silent. Very, very silent. It began to snow, causing the pair to seek shelter. They both find a strange-looking cabin, one worn-down with a rustic feel and a rusty smell. They enter, seeing two skeletons: One belonging to a woman and another a baby, next to them a bottle with a skull mark on its side. The skeletons have plants and moss growing on them both chipped away likely by rodents.

Prometheus takes the bottle and sniffs it. "This is TOTALLY a Fallout reference. But still. Sheesh... Imagine using cyanide after giving up on societal collapse that a certain person caused!"

Beatle gives a guilt-ridden look. His eyes look weary and quivered. "Let's get a move on..." he sighed.

"I'm kidding! C'mon, man! Is this your FIRST collateral damage!?"

"Yes."

"Whoa, really?"

"FUCK, NO!!! Obviously not. I live with how my actions affect my Earth and THE ENTIRE MULTIVERSE!!! My heart constantly ACHES for this, ASSHOLE!!! Don't you care!?"

"Not that I don't care. More..." He takes out some parts of the youngling's skeleton and flicks it away. "...desensitized... Because unlike you I actually saw how Splooge trade affected the Multiverse. I've seen worse... horrors not even you could imagine."

"But you sense it, right?"

"Of course, I do. Seeing it, though... It's different."

"I'm sorry... But I didn't have the luxury to immerse myself in suffering. I'm not a fucking masochist."

"But, if you had the chance, wouldn't you do this to yourself as well? I'm a Miguel. I, for one, know how I think..." said Prometheus, squinting his goggles.

"Fine. You got me," said Beatle. "I'm terrible to myself. You happy? Don't forget, I was exposed more. I'm older than you... like... nearly 15 times over..."

"I'm never happy... And experience isn't a virtue nor is it a gift," said Prometheus, as he knelt down and opened a trap door. "HOLY SHIT!!! Dude! This lady's STACKED!!!"

The pair walk down a hatch...

"Probably a former Beekeeper," said Beatle.

"They say honey never rots! I've GOT to try this!" Prometheus punches a hole into the barrel and tastes the honey. "HOHOHOLY SHIT!!! Want in on this?"

Beatle sighs and tastes it. "This is palatable compared to the cute little baby YOU JUST MURDERED IN FRONT OF ME!!!"

"Snowjakes are food! ANY ANIMAL is food!"

"Is that how you treat Aswangs?"

Prometheus gets angrier. "Hey! Don't talk about Aswangs that way!"

Beatle stares at Prometheus' wrathful eyes then sighs. "Okay... I can tell you have... attachments now..."

"Shut up, Old Man," said Prometheus.

"When I trained you, I saw that you had pain-..."

"Fuck... OFF!!!" yelled Prometheus. "You didn't train me! I TRAINED MYSELF WHILE YOU COWERED AWAY IN THIS WORLD!!! Teaching me how to use magic bubbles-..."

"You still use magical bubbles?"

"SHUT UP!!! SILENCE, WIPPERSNAPPER!!! YOU DON'T GET TO CRITIQUE MY TECHNIQUES!!!"

"I was only suggesting to use the next level to-..."

"You're NOTHING!!! You ain't better than me!"

"Been practicing God-Mode at least?"

Prometheus sighs and groans, walking away. "Fuck you, oldie."

"Right..." sighed Beatle, following after. "Kid... I'm sorry about your family."

Prometheus' eyes quiver.

"Dad... wasn't kind to both of us. Neither was Mom... But, that doesn't mean you have to carry your trauma and anger over them with you... Vengeance isn't always-..."

"It's not about vengeance... It's about what they deserve."

"Love. Kindness."

"Isolation. Curses from my mouth."

Beatle sighs. "I'm sorry, Pro."

Prometheus facepalms. "You think that smile you give is genuine? You will NEVER... EVER... SAVE THIS WORLD!!! You couldn't even save Aurora's life from becoming OUR OWN MORTAL ENEMY!!!"

"Neither did you."

"Yeah. But unlike me, you're supposed to be better. Not a single universe will Aurora EVER... REDEEM HERSELF!!! She crucified me on an ankh. She both stabbed our hearts. And guess what? She was right. You never did."

Beatle clenches his fists. "I'm going to fight you now."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You don't have the BALLS-!!!"

Beatle hammers his fist into Prometheus' face.

Prometheus' nose bleeds.

Prometheus takes out his sticks and so does Beatle as they fight and do precise strikes at each other.

Prometheus tries dropkicking Beatle but Beatle grabs his feet and slams him into the ground, then takes out his blaster and shoots at Prometheus.

Prometheus blocks the blasts with his sticks and tackles him out of the house as he blasts bubbles at Beatle, which he easily disintegrates.

Prometheus, annoyed, stabs Beatle in the chest, but he regenerates and creates a bubble gauntlet then beats Prometheus down, as he tries blocking the attacks.

Beatle beats Prometheus over and over, proceeding to strangle him. "Let's see if you CAN REGEN YOUR FUCKIN' BRAIN!!!"

"W-W-W-W-WAIT!!!" yelled Prometheus. "What the FUCK IS THAT!?!?"

Beatle sighs. "If I look, you won't betray me?"

Prometheus shrugs.

Beatle turns at the speed of light only for Prometheus to try to swing at him as Beatle points the blaster at his face.

"Darn," said Prometheus.

Beatle sees that there is indeed an enemy behind them both.

It's Diana.

"You..." said Beatle. "Who the shit are you?"

Diana smirks before charging toward them.