The unknown man as he was holding a small revolver tightly in the palm of his hand, his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot but he didn't, he spoke.

"As bright and talented as you could get, you're still a human being... And as a human being, you made mistakes. Didn't you, boy?"

The atmosphere around the two of them was getting heavier as an odd silence stroke the room, the young male named miles was in a tight spot, drops of sweat rolled down his tanned skin before falling to the dirtied floor, miles smirked lightly as he cleared his throat while slowly moving his hands up in surrounder.
The unknown man frowned, bothered by the expression on miles face, he laughed lightly, almost nervously before speaking.

"Did the cat ate your tongue, kid?"

Miles didn't reply which resulted in the man being rather frustrated but right as he was about to speak, he was cut off by miles.

"No, i only find it ironic that I'm being judged by a man who's already dead."