Beatle and Billy continue walking down the cold and snowy forest.
Beatle sees a deer and shoots it, proceeding to walk toward it.
Billy, who was understandably startled, hesitantly followed after.
Beatle speaks in a vexing manner, whispering and mumbling to himself. "Goddamn venison in my innards."
"Gross," said Billy.
"No, you." Beatle grabs the deer and Billy sees that the deer has no injury but just... went limp and died...
"What... did you kill it with?" asked Billy, with his voice shaky and frightened.
"Guilt. The Cross Bow kills any creature based on the amount of sins and evil intent. If you have good intent, you usually don't get affected. Watch."
Billy gets shot and doesn't feel anything except a slight wriggle and sting. "Ow... Do it again!"
Beatle snickers and does it again. Billy snickers as well.
Beatle shoots at him in the head over and over and Billy proceeds to vomit. The putrid stench of stomach acid filled the air as the pair laugh like idiots.
Beatle laughs. "Sorry. Sorry... Didn't mean to laugh."
Billy laughs harder. "Holy shit! That was AWESOME!!!"
Beatle laughs and pats Billy's back. "C'mon, Billy. Let's camp out here. You're clearly tired."
"Okay," said Billy.
"Point of information," said Beatle.
"Mhm?"
"My people aren't objects. I am. Since I am a Messiah."
"Right. What the hell is a 'Messiah?'"
"Haha! Back in my day, I was uh... crowned King of like... the Universe. Multiverse even, possibly."
"Then...?"
"Then Aurora won. End of story."
Billy smiles. "Who gave you those triangles?"
"My... uh... friend did. Just a friend."
"Best friend?"
"The very best-est. We were close. She uh... never requited how I felt about her. Not until 20 years of our friendship. We were friends since high school. She gave me a pillow as a gift for my birthday. A star-shaped pillow she made herself."
"You mean... She never requited your friendship with her?"
"Not really. She... never loved me. Like, romantically. She did. At some point, I think. I don't entirely remember. But then there was a very bad woman I fell for when she left me for another man. This bad woman tricked me into caring and loving for her. She... hurt me... Hit me... made me feel small and worthless. Just like... them... But... At least she loved me. Or so she claimed."
"What happened?"
"The bad woman tore the star in half. I wore it as my symbol ever since. She took the other half. Twisted it into her own."
"Aurora Morningstar."
"I know. Stupid. Attachment with an object."
Billy smiles and takes off his headband. "This was my Mom's. She gave it to me because I liked how the spiky things on it felt brushing upon my hair. It was rather nice, you know? It was nice. Yes."
"Thank you, Billy. I will protect that headband."
"Promise me."
"I hate promises," said Beatle.
"But you can do it, right? You made me promise to be by your side. So, you do it, too."
"Fine... I promise to protect that headband."
"Aw! Thankies!"
Beatle smiles and brushes his hair as Billy immediately drops to the ground to sleep. Beatle manifests a blanket and a pillow for her using some sort of Divine Magic.
Beatle pats Billy's head rater gently.
Billy opens his eyes. "I don't like people touching me."
"I'm sorry. I don't like it either. I just-..."
"But, you can..." smiled Billy. "You patting my head is fine."
Beatle smiles and pats his head. "Alright, kid."
Billy sighs. "I'm scared of silence."
"Then I will talk you to sleep. Tell you stories."
"Stories, please."
"Heh... Once upon a time... There was a boy named Bruce who was very much scared of the world. Bruce was a rather rich fellow with loving parents. His dad was a doctor and a... prince... Yeah. He was a prince. His mom was a beautiful princess. But despite their wealth, they only wanted to share it with the world. However, one night, Thomas decided to do something foolish. He brought Bruce to an alley because he got scared of the bat costumes in the theatre. They walked outside... but then... a bad guy shot them both."
"I don't like this story."
Beatle snickers. "Many years later, Bruce grew up to be a hero. A hero... A guardian... A Dark Knight who protected the Kingdom of Gotham."
"Whoa!"
"But! Gotham did not like heroes wearing capes in that town and masks, because they looked like bad guys."
"So?"
"So... To protect hope in the city... he must become a symbol..."
"Like the triangles on your chest!"
"Yeah... Like the triangles... He wore... a bat on his chest. To show to the world that he's a symbol."
"Is he your favorite god from your time?"
"He wasn't a god. He was a man. And... no... Mine was Superman."
"Who is he?"
"He can do anything! Strong! Fast! Quick-!"
"Boring... If he can do anything, what makes him so special?"
"He's special..." Beatle brushes his fingers against his star. "...because despite all his power... He still chose to be a good person. He thinks more about others than he does himself. Because he cares. He was raised by loving parents... And he was happy."
"Like you?"
"I wasn't very happy when I was younger. All I remember then was verbal and psychological abuse. Heheh."
"Why are you such a good person?"
"We all have demons, kid."
"But... you helped people like me. Even though you were a kook... You... worked to make sure that we were safe. I stopped making fun of you after I saw you gives blankets to other hobos outside our home."
"Because it's right."
"I... don't understand."
"You don't have to. Well... What's the best way to say this... Hm. I had a brother and an Aunt. I... wasn't raised by my parents. They were... pretty mean. They would yell at me and at each other... My brother would often get scared and cry... And I'd keep his cool and make sure he won't get too angry, because if he was, he'd hurt others, like my parents. My brother grew bigger. All those years of fear and isolation turned him angry and scared. I made sure he would grow up okay. My Aunt was a... psychiatrist."
"A what?"
"A doctor for the mind."
"Ahhh..."
"She made sure I grew up right. She would be mean, but not really. She was a softie. She loved me dearly. Good at math, science, art, teaching, and science. Did I already say "science"? Whatever. Both us brothers dearly. We were happy because of her. She was a Savant. Intelligent woman ever. Best Psych in the Philippines. But... She would then get too old and die."
"She was your real Mom?"
"Kinda played both parental figures but, don't worry 'bout it, kid. I was dumped to her since my fam was a bit... messy."
"What were your parents like? Were they always mean to you?"
"They meant well. It was only because I was... different."
"But... are we the same?"
"No two men are the same. But... I'll consider that factor."
Billy had already fallen asleep, and soundly snored and whispered to himself.
Beatle pats his head. "I won't let anything happen to you."