"How much do you really know about this place?" Miles' voice came out steadier than he expected.
He had barely caught his breath, and the effects of the [Ether Teapot] were but a pale shadow of comfort after his world came crashing down.
Kurt pulled his knife back, crossing his arms, his silver eye gleaming faintly in the dim glow of the glyphs behind Miles. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension.
"More than most." Kurt exhaled sharply through his nose.
"Bullshit." Miles narrowed his eyes. "You're hiding something."
"Maybe. But so are you, kid, and I'm not pushing you against a wall for it."
"You just pulled a knife at my throat." Miles clenched his jaw.
"Yeah, well, you have a point." Kurt scoffed. "But still… Do you really mean it? That we come from different worlds?"
Miles nodded somberly.
"Yeah… It's the only explanation for how you were born in The Glitch and I lived through it since only four months ago…"
