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After Nathalie had caught Gabriel dancing, he showed her his Alliance ring.
“Warning threshold exceeded," The avatar of Emilie informed, "Data beyond normal human capabilities have been recorded on two Alliances. Between 4:12 pm and 4:26 pm, Alya Césaire traveled 14.8 kilometers. Zoé Lee travelled 15.2 kilometers. Their routes were 98% identical.”
“Meet the new holders of the Miraculous: Scarabella and Kitty Noire!” Gabriel declared.
He was expecting her to congratulate him. Instead, she looked at him in horror.
“You modelled your virtual assistant after your comatose wife?”
“Well, yes. I wanted to honour her.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little… creepy?”
“No! Why would you–”
“I am detecting an elevation in your heart rate, love of my life,” The avatar said.
Gabriel coughed uncomfortably at the look Nathalie gave him.
That night, Nathalie left an anonymous message on the Ladyblog.
The fight took them to the crypt.
“All right, Monarch! Ladybug said, “This ends–what the hell is that?!”
She pointed at the coffin with Emilie inside.
“She is the reason I am doing–”
“You keep your wife’s corpse on display?!” A horrified Chat Noir exclaimed.
“What? No! She’s not dead, she’s in a coma.”
“Who you keep on display?!” Chat said.
“It’s romantic! Like Snow White!”
“You mean the story where a man kisses what he thinks is a dead body?” Ladybug asked.
“...yeeeessssss.”
Chat Noir punched him in the face.