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Steeling yourself, mentally preparing yourself, you then cautiously approach Delta. He's ripe for an ambush, it would be the perfect time to hit him with a Rider special, but...
In your old life, your parents heaped praise onto your older brother. He was always picking up things faster, your parents had always mentioned how he had taken up talking and walking earlier than you. Of course, being the young boy you were, this made you intensely jealous. So jealous, in fact, that you'd run away from home and gotten lost. You remember it clearly, it had just turned dark, you were practically on the verge of tears. Right when you were on the edge of panic, would you guess who showed up looking for you?
Yeah, it was big bro, reaching out a hand to you, and he carried you home on his back. Patiently listening to your problems and your worries. All the while, telling you it would be alright, never judging or admonishing you. He was reliable, wasn't he, Alpha?
Lost in the memory, you hadn't noticed just how close you had gotten, until you were already behind him. Delta is now within attack range. For a brief moment you hesitate. Just whose memory was that, anyways? Do you really need to get involved? Logically, destroying this minion of the Ark now would be the strategic move. Forcefully shaking off your negative thoughts, you persist. Offering your hand out to him, just like back then, you gently call out to him.
"Brother. Let's go home, okay?"
Delta swiftly turns around, his helmet bears a visible crack stretches top to bottom, dividing one of the compound visors, revealing one of his eyes. The pupils oscillate wildly, he clearly recognizes you, but there's something else too. Something you can't identify.
Slapping your hand away, Delta swiftly rolls back, assuming another fighting stance. In hindsight, it seems that you should have fought after all. Just as he readies a fist towards you, he stumbles once more.
"Y-you, you're... that voice.. since when were you, Kamen Rider?"
It's hard to remember sometimes, but before you, or he, or whomever was forced into cryostasis, you did live something of a double life. Your family, they must not have known? A mix of shame and regret weighs heavily on you. You really do wish <span class="mu-i">he</span> had the foresight to tell the folks, back when he could. If you're doing this now, you may as well go all out. Reaching for the latches on the side of your helmet, you get ready to show him your face, until you're suddenly reminded of just where you are.
"Idiot, get out of the way!"
