White Queen, who was outside using telepathy to send Harry's consciousness into Norman's brain, felt a surge of pressure. She hadn't expected the Green Goblin persona to be so powerful. Almost immediately after realizing her presence, every exchange between them was a direct assault on her.
She was doing her best to slow down the activity of Norman's brain, making the passage of time within his consciousness world much slower. This way, even if the Green Goblin won, it would take a long time, and perhaps by then, the Avengers would have already resolved the issue of the AI Green Goblin.
Within Norman's consciousness, realizing that the person who arrived was the real Harry, and not a desperate figment of his own imagination, Norman knew something was terribly wrong. He immediately rushed forward and threw something at the Green Goblin.
"What are you doing standing there, Harry! Get out of the way!"
It was a Pumpkin Bomb, which landed right on the Green Goblin and produced a violent explosion. The Green Goblin laughed maniacally: "See? I am you! Norman, you must face your true nature!"
"If you are truly me, and Green Goblin is the real Norman Osborn, then he's the part of himself Norman refuses to admit."
Norman took a deep breath. He suddenly appeared in a ridiculous Goblin-like suit, like a clown. He bent over and threw several more Pumpkin Bombs at the Green Goblin, but to no avail.
But at least he successfully drew the opponent's attention, allowing Harry to rush to his side, and giving himself time to scold Harry.
"What are you doing here!"
"I came to save you!"
Harry's retort didn't make Norman feel better; instead, he thought it was reckless: "Save me? Good heavens, now I have to look after you! This is my brain, Harry! If something happens to you here, your consciousness will be permanently damaged. Do you plan on being paralyzed for half your life?"
"Then what? Watch you turn into a monster?"
"So you came here because you don't want a monster for a father."
Their argument bored the Green Goblin, who had been watching the show: "Look, the Osborn family is always like this. Your son is not only incapable of being your saving grace, but is also dragging you down. How wonderful it would be if Peter Parker were here, wouldn't it?"
Harry looked at Norman, confused: "Why did he mention Peter?"
"Perhaps he knows that the Green Goblin can never defeat Spider-Man."
"No, no, no." The Green Goblin interrupted Norman's statement: "Actually, it's Norman himself who refuses to admit it. Your father refuses to admit that he loves Peter Parker more than you, Harold Lyman Osborn. You didn't know, did you? Your father has, more than once, wished that Peter Parker was his own biological son."
Harry looked at Norman with even more confusion.
"That's not what I meant. I was just marveling at what a good son Richard Parker had. I just wished you could be as excellent as Peter Parker, Harry."
Harry sighed helplessly. He knew, of course, that Peter was smarter than him, and his father thought highly of Peter. As a "child from another family," Norman comparing him to Peter wasn't entirely out of the ordinary, but what the Green Goblin said was definitely not as simple as just "the child from another family."
"Are you two always fighting like this?"
The one who suddenly interrupted the conversation was Mrs. Emily. Norman was stunned because he remembered that this Emily should only be a figment of his memory, not a real entity with her own consciousness.
It was at this moment that Harry felt Emma's voice and understood what was happening. Emma had simultaneously extracted memories of Mrs. Emily from both Norman's and Harry's minds, creating a fabricated persona. This persona would closely resemble the Mrs. Emily in both of their memories.
But for Harry, this was the closest he had been to his mother since her passing.
"I'm fine, Mom. I'm used to it. After you left, Dad has been like this. He's barely a normal person, constantly thinking about his company, earning more money by harming others."
"That's because I needed to distract myself so I wouldn't think about your mother's death! I can only forget all this by focusing on work!"
After watching all this with great relish, the Green Goblin asked in return: "Are you done arguing? If you are, you can hand the body over to me. Don't worry, Harry. You and that telepath will believe Norman won, and I—I won't interfere with what you want to do—"
The Green Goblin didn't finish, because the surrounding scenery rapidly changed. The entire consciousness space seemed to twist. The Green Goblin instinctively thought that the telepath was causing trouble, but it wasn't; because a person fell from the sky.
It was another Green Goblin—the AI Green Goblin.
"Hahaha, haven't you finished yet?"
The AI Green Goblin patted nonexistent dust off himself and looked at the Green Goblin: "I thought you were already done. Why are you still busy?"
"How did you get in here?"
Seeing this, Mrs. Emily spoke, somewhat stiffly.
"It looks like the situation here isn't great. Perhaps you two need to stick together, you and your son."
"I'm not sure about that." Harry's emotions flared up a little at this moment: "Over the phone, you blamed everything on the Green Goblin, saying he did all the bad things, and that you actually wanted to be a good father. You were lying to me, weren't you?"
"...I really did want to be a good father. When, when I defeated all my enemies, and I no longer had to worry about the company, and it could run normally, I realized maybe I could do it."
Norman's heart believed he was telling the truth. When he eliminated Otto Octavius, he felt his company would never have another enemy. Then, as long as he eliminated the Green Goblin and pushed all the things Harry hated onto him, everything would be fine.
"I admit you're not good enough, Harry, but... perhaps you don't need to be that good."
This was the truth, but with the premise that Norman believed Harry no longer needed to shoulder the future of Oscorp. He could inherit all his wealth, but Norman felt he had found the person who could continue to guide Oscorp after his death.
That's why he had the idea of becoming a good father.
It's just that Norman wouldn't tell Harry that here.
And Harry, hearing a half-truth, fell silent, then looked at his father.
"Perhaps Mom is right. We have to work together."
Norman suddenly had an idea.
"How's your baseball, Harry?"
"Terrible."
"That's okay, mine too. But we might have a chance to eliminate both of them—while they're fighting over who is the Green Goblin that should survive."