You don’t really understand what trust means until it’s been broken. It’s easy to believe in someone when things are going right – when you’re winning matches, when the road ahead is clear. But that’s not real trust. Real trust is what you find when everything falls apart – when someone fails you, when the betrayal hits deep, and you have to decide whether you’re going to let that define you, or whether you’re going to fight through it.

I’ve lived that. I was part of something once – Apokalypsis. Four of us, tighter than blood, or so I thought. Then one night, everything changed. Muerte shut a door behind me and Grimskull. Left us in the dark, at Zeus’ command. I didn’t know why. I didn’t care. All I saw was a teammate turning his back when we needed him most. When I got out – I did what most thought strange – I ran into the company of the man I thought had the answers. Zeus. Because when someone you trusted breaks you, sometimes you cling to anything that feels solid, even if it’s a lie.

It didn’t take long for that lie to unravel. Zeus was never the answer – he was the problem. And Muerte… he’d walked away from it. Left the power, the protection, everything Zeus had offered. I didn’t understand it at first. I didn’t want to. But then I saw it, bit by bit. He didn’t just feel regret – he carried it. Wore it like a weight on his shoulders. And when things got hard again, when the fight came knocking, he didn’t run. He stood next to me. Not to explain, not to make it okay. Just to be there. And that? That mattered more than any apology.

So yeah, I trust him now. Not because I’ve forgotten what happened. Not because I’m naïve. I trust him because I’ve seen who he became when it would’ve been easier to disappear. That kind of trust doesn’t come easy. It’s not clean or simple. It’s messy and hard-earned – but it’s strong. Stronger than anything built on convenience or comfort.

Harold. Night. I know the roads you’ve walked. I’ve seen men pushed past their limits, left with nothing but rage and memories. I get why you don’t trust anyone. Why you fight like you’ve got nothing left. But the thing is, when you’ve got something – when you’ve built it back piece by piece and chosen to believe again – you fight harder. Smarter. You hold onto that trust like your life depends on it, because in some ways, it does.

You think your pain makes you dangerous? Ours makes us better. Because we didn’t let it break us. We used it to build something new. This match isn’t about revenge or payback. It’s not about the past. It’s about the present – about two men who’ve been through hell and still stand together. Who’ve chosen to believe in something again, even after everything.

You’ve been living like you’re already ghosts. But we’re still here. Still fighting. Still standing.

And that makes all the difference.