Because nobody could warn them against it, the Roamers have decided to see how effectively they can bring down an old skyscraper... after making sure nobody is squatting inside.
"How do we know they didn't send you?"
"I guess you don't. But I'm not fighting you or going to summon them to mess with you. I just wanna make a movie. That's the fire that has gripped my imagination today, mateys."
"Look, either way, that building's coming down, so I say don't worry. How should we start?"
"Decide how to split the groups. You know you better than I do."
"I thought you know all."
"Eh, just most. Knowing all things all the time is too much a bother."
"Could I try borrowing your power? Sounds fun."
"I bet you couldn't figure out how to use it even if I'd ever let you."
Kronos flickers near Zeke and holds out one hand in a bow, smirking.
Zeke takes his hand, giggling. His Miracle tastes like strawberries. He copies it.
The power is... Confusing, to say the least.
There are many Zekes. Or there is one Zeke doing many things at once. "So how's it feel?" asks Kronos, smirking. "Hard to grasp isn't it?" He asks at the same time. Dozens of other conversations are happening all at once - one where Aether speaks up, some where Simone asks him a question, or where Tabby reaches for Kronos only for him to back off. He will drop the power. Or has he already dropped the power? No, it hasn't happened yet. Has he had this conversation before? He could go back to the moment he touched Kronos's hand. But that already happened, didn't it?
The only constant is Kronos. He's smirking. Will smirk. Has always smirked.
Zeke stops using the Miracle. "GAHAHAHH!"
"Told ya so."
"It was like I split, but everything was in different places... but they were the same!"
"That's being me for you. You get used to it. Eventually."
"Must be confusing."
"And thus it is the mark of a superior and not insane, I repeat not insane, intellect that I deal with it with such aplomb."
"First or second gen?"
"I'm a firstie. I think. It can be hard to remember things sometimes. But I'm pretty sure I'm a firstie."
"Good. Second gens can be so full of themselves."
"You know it's true!"
He summarizes the "script" to the newly-arrived wolves. "So, I was thinking, me, Portal, and Corundum, versus the copycat twins and Simone, and then the wolves get to choose which side they join on the fly when it's time for that."
"Sounds good, but Zeke's the copy cat. The darkness is all mine."