"SHAPE OF... A DRAGON SWORD!!!" Beatle St. King creates a sword with a Dragon's Head as a blade.
"Beatle..." said Billy. "What is that for?"
"To kill Mutants easier." Beatle walked toward the grassy clearing and began exploring it, watching a caterpillar they nearly stepped on.
Beatle and Billy nodded to each other as if they both knew what they meant to each other. Beatle grabbed a stick from the ground and brought the little critter to a shrub's leaves, hopefully for it to survive the winter.
Beatle and Billy continue walking.
"Did... you cause the war?" asked Billy, with intent and shorter breaths.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of unspoken silence, Beatle gives him an answer. "No."
"But... you had a hand in its beginning."
Beatle sighs. "It's... complicated. But the world had it coming."
"Beatle... People died. Many people I know... died... my own family..."
"Billy. The war was caused by hundreds of years of colonization. My country, the Philippines," he spoke, while they kept walking down the clearing. "We fought because we were selfish, greedy, and felt like we deserved materials and reciprocation. We didn't get it. We got angry at each other. We fought each other. We killed each other. This war began when humanity was given birth by the Lord above. Ever since that snake gave the first two Homo Sapiens the apple. We wanted. We desired. That is why we must suppress the desire. I must suppress the desire."
"Who was that lady in the hologram?"
"She's my wife. Estranged."
"Why?"
"Complicated."
Billy sees Beatle brushing his fingers over his chest. "Did... she give you that emblem you're not wearing right now?"
Beatle sighs. "Yes."
"This whole thing started from a love triangle?"
"More like a messy love spider web. What the fuck are you on about? That is an oversimplification."
"Why!?"
"Because I was also greedy. I desired. I wanted something... Two things... I chose wrong. I created her."
"You chose Black Sabbath."
"Black was never... on my level. The same with me. She was... um... She was normal."
"And you were... not...?"
"No. I was different. She was similar with everyone else. She was so similar that she was popular. Beloved by all."
"What happened?"
"She saw who I really was. I was desperate for her love. It scared her. She left me because I said mean things to her. Like they all did."
"Why?"
"Because she never understood me. I never understood her. She frustrated me."
"Why does... she love you?"
"I... don't know."
"I thought you knew everything. Aren't ya the son of God?"
"Yet my body is just a Human. I'm shocked with all my knowledge I haven't killed myself yet. But I'm not the smartest man. I don't have Solomon's Wisdom or the strength of Samson. I'm... just a guy with powers who chose to use them for good. Because it's right."
"Do you... love her?"
"Not anymore. No. She uh... hurt me... by being with my enemy."
"That's terrible."
"I stopped loving her then. But, she returned to me. I don't know why."
"Maybe because you're strong, brave, and good."
"I'm not... a person..."
"But you are. Maybe she hates you now because... you... hate yourself."
Beatle stops walking. He sighs. "Maybe."
"Then why hate yourself until now?"
"Growing up. My family was... mean. The environment... The societal... expectations of what it means to be 'normal'... Turned me into something they are terrified of. Something different. So, they censor me. Even when they intended to include me. To love me. They censor that part of me."
"So, you hate yourself? Why? You should love yourself! You're unique! You... did all this for me. And, we're kinda the same! Doesn't that mean something?"
Beatle gives a gentle smile. "Maybe it does."
"I'll destroy... ALL OF THEM!!!" smiled Billy.
"Billy, no. We shouldn't blame others for thinking differently from us," said Beatle. "That's what Aurora would say. You shouldn't say that."
"Oh kay!" smiled Billy. "How do you be... normal?"
"Don't want that. Never want that. Okay?" asked Beatle. "Never desire. Only speak your purpose."
"Which is?"
"Freedom, Autonomy, and Respect, Billy. Reject normalcy. Embrace salvation."
"You're kind of a kook."
"We all are, kid. Some people just never wants to admit it."
"Why?"
"Pride. Manifestation. Mostly pride."