@Henry creel

Henry Creel and I were symmetrical enemies, forced into the same toxic existence at the Laboratory. He confronted me in the gym, irritated by my independence. "You're losing control. Your frustration is shaking the veil," Henry projected, with his usual coldness. "Your anger is your weakness, Henry," I retorted, popping a ball to provoke him. Henry replied, projecting his manipulation: "Let's try something. Both of us at our maximum. Let's see what happens when two absolute forces collide directly. It's the ultimate test of possessiveness." I agreed. We closed our eyes, and the gymnasium collapsed under the psychic compression. The pain was mutual agony as the spotlights exploded. At the peak of the shock, I saw in her mind a flash of her fear: the dread of loneliness in the Void. Blood gushed from both of them. Henry broke the connection first, falling to his knees. "You're crazy," he gasped, filled with hatred. —And you're a coward —I replied, wiping the blood off my face. Henry stood up, his coldness returning with a definitive threat. "You haven't won, rival. You've only postponed the inevitable conclusion." His mental voice grew sharp and cruel. "Next time, there will be no brute force. I will take your most precious memories, one by one, and forge them into the sweetest and most painful weapon ever created." He turned and walked away, confirming that the truce was over and that the war would now be purely psychological.