Laying sprawled out across the shattered jewelry display, Everett clutched his bloodied nose with both hands as he glared up at Kurt with eyes of tears and humiliation.
"Why?! Why are you always getting in my way?! Diana is meant for me! Why do you constantly sabotage my pursuit of her?!"
"Because, you delusional little prick, you have no standing in this non-existent race," Kurt's voice carried clearly over the whispering onlookers.
"You're sprinting toward a finish line where nobody is waiting for you. From what I've been hearing, you had literal years to try and seal the deal with her. And yet you still failed miserably.
"Face it, Everett Herst. Diana never loved you; she does not love you now, and she never will. Especially now that I'm here, ha."
The crowd of onlookers had quickly grown within seconds. Their eyes darted between the bleeding Herst and the one-eyed man standing over him.
