"Hey, let me ask you something." Flit reaches toward Zylen, their voice barely audible over the swelling music as "Size Matters" comes to its close. The energy in the Bowie Ballroom is at its peak, with Amir commanding the attention of the crowd, but in this moment, it feels like it's just the two of them.
Flit's eyes lock onto his, intense and searching. "It might just be the moment, but I can't help myself."
Zylen feels a flutter of anticipation in his chest. "What is it?"
"Do you miss it? Do you miss the good old days?"
Zylen takes a moment, considering the question. "I miss you, most of all," he admits, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his voice. The memories of their time together as sidekicks—fighting alongside each other, sharing laughter and challenges—flood his mind.
"Sometimes, but it's over now. Let's enjoy the moment," he adds, gesturing toward the stage, where Amir is basking in the adoration of the crowd.
"Sort of," Flit replies, their expression shifting slightly. "Most of all, I just hope that everyone is okay nowadays."
Zylen nods, understanding the weight of their words. It's a concern that lingers in the back of his mind, the fates of their former teammates a constant source of worry. "I don't miss wearing ridiculous outfits and being constantly told what to do by patronizing grown-ups, no," he quips, trying to lighten the mood.
Flit chuckles, a twinkle of mischief in their eye. "Every day! Wake up, kick Thaumaturge's ass, eat some cereal, deal with Facsimile's &$!#?%@…that was the good life."
Zylen can't help but smile at the memory, the camaraderie they shared in those chaotic moments. But then, a shadow crosses his features. "I don't. Our mentors left us with no explanation. The others have disbanded like we were nothing…and now we're here, reminiscing like old people. It's pathetic."
Flit's expression softens, their voice earnest. "Not only do I miss it, but I think we should be a thing again. The Omega Responders were training us to replace them one day, and we owe it to their memories to keep fighting the good fight."
Zylen feels a spark of hope igniting within him at Flit's words. The idea of revitalizing their bond, of rekindling their partnership, resonates deeply. "You really think we could do it again? I mean, without the mentors, without the support?"
"Why not?" Flit challenges, their enthusiasm infectious. "We've got skills, we've got heart, and we've got each other. We can carve our own path, just like they did. This world still needs heroes, no matter how unconventional."
As the crowd erupts in cheers, Zylen glances back at the stage, at Lil Biggie, who is now connecting with the audience on a level that transcends mere celebrity. In that moment, he feels the stirrings of something larger than himself—a sense of purpose, a shared mission.
"Okay," Zylen finally says, determination solidifying in his voice. "Let's do it. Let's honor their legacy and make our own mark."
Flit's eyes light up with excitement. "Yes! We'll be the new Omega Responders! A team for the people, by the people."
With the music still pulsating around them, Zylen feels the weight of uncertainty lift. Together, they will embrace the future, stepping into their roles as heroes in a world that still needs saving, ready to forge a new path while keeping the spirit of the past alive. The journey ahead is uncertain, but with Flit by his side, he knows they will face it together.