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Marm tripped slightly on the pavement, her face twisted slightly in annoyance. She sighed, stepping to the side, and dusting off her skirt. A few shops lined the row, nothing that wasn’t under the table, and everything that wasn’t legal in the slightest.
Water would’ve hated this, Marm herself hated it.
She breathed slowly, the air was thick with smog, this wasn’t the kind of place she should be in. But it was what she needed to do currently, and what she needed to do was… Annoying. Just a step after a step, Water could kill her for being here later. He didn’t need to know what she was doing, it was just… For the right thing. She was going to do the right thing.
Maramalade, slipped into a small alley, trying to ignore how dusted her skirt in a thick layer of dust and soot, “Okay.” She mumbled, “Okay, this is fine, it’s fine.”
Each movement of rock made her jump with paranoia. For the right thing, it was to do the right thing. Another step after the other, just another few moments of trying not to think about how the right thing was currently rooted in a mess of horrid acts and things. She just— well, Water wasn’t here. He always kept her safe, and if she didn’t do this now, he would be the one in danger. And she didn’t want that.
“This is… Interesting.” A muffled voice noted,
Marm exited the alley, jumping back at the sudden voice, “Who’s there!”
Someone sat atop a stooped shop roof, his head tilted to the side, skull mask covering their face. She studied him carefully. They wore a cloak over their shoulders, hood pulled over his head, belts around his waist, and bandages tightly wrapped around his arms. She tried to hide the rumble of her hands as her fingers brushed the paper. Information form. Why she was doing this.
Protect Water like he always protected her, do the right thing.
His head remained tilted, like they were studying her, “You’re… Too.. why are you even here?”
She tried to put on an air of confidence, “I am here to locate the murderer who’s been running around and you happen to match that description.”
A laugh, why was he.. laughing!
“You, Snowflake, are perceptive. What are you doing in this hell? You don’t belong here.”
“I- I don’t have to tell you anything!” Marm huffed, fist gripping the paper in her pocket, “Are you or are you not the murderer!?”
“I never denied being a murderer.” The masked person shrugged, “Sure, if you want to call it that, you’re welcome to.”
Her hand caught on the knife at her belt. It was Water’s. This didn’t feel like the right thing to do, but she had to protect Water. She had to. Like he always protected her. This had to be the right thing to do. She was bringing a criminal to justice! It was the right thing! It had to be. It had to be.
“Y- you’re coming with me!” Marm demanded, hand on Water’s knife.
“Am I now?”
“Yes!”
“… Nah.” He shrugged, standing, and rolling his shoulders, “Don’t get me wrong, Snowflake, this is cute, and I’m willing to be you don’t want or need to do this. And I, frankly, don’t really fancy an execution.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have killed people then.” She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow, “You have to face justice.”
“What is justice?”
“What?”
“What is justice, Snowflake. Because the way I see it, justice seems to evade the people you put in power. How many lives have to be turned to this” He gestured around themself, “Before justice finally meets them.”
“You still kill people! There are better ways to go about this! Your a murderer and you need to face your own justice, it’s what’s right.”
“And yet, you don’t sound like you fully believe that.” He smirked, mouth barely visible from both where Marm was standing at that horrific mask they wore.
“Yes, I do.”
“You want to do the right thing, plenty of people do, that’s what I’m doing.”
“You’re killing people!”
“And you have a knife of a police, and yet, you are not. I’m willing to bet you stole it, probably from someone you care about, is that why you’re out here? Want to help? C’mon, Snowflake, our world is much too grey for that, what we need to do is help the people in streets like this.”
“You’re coming with me.” Marm insisted.
“No, I’m not.” He jumped, climbing up the wall, walking on the rooftops of this cramped part of the city.
“Hey!” Marm yelled, struggling to climb up onto the roof tops, “Come back!”
He waved slightly, that smirk still apparent under that mask, “Seeya, Snowflake.”