The Stormfather

Mark and Adris are chilling around giving off emo vibes.

Deven nods. He then walks over and presses the button, calling the elevator down to your floor. After that, he reaches one arm in to hit a button and get it to go down to the basement, and pulls his arm out before the door closes. "We gotta get this door back open, to do this. Could I have some help?" He puts his fingers in the small gap between the closed doors and tries prying outward, but the doors barely move.

"Y- Yeah." Mark turned and walked out the door. He didn't make it far before he ran into Adris, who was walking with tears in his eyes towards the house. "Adris, uh.." "I know." Adris sighed, walking over to Mark. "I know."

"Thank you, both of you." Mark sighed. "I think- I need to go talk to the Steeles. They- They need to know."

Mark sobbed softly.

Mark sighed. "He was only eighteen. Only eighteen and he's already gone..."

"No-"

"Yeah, I remember him."

"Wh- What happened?" Mark's head turned to Meron.

Mark didn't say anything, and walked back over to the room with the TV. "What's going on?"

"It should. It might take a bit for him to get there, though. I think I'm going to go and check..." Mark paused. "I'll check how Maj is doing."

uhh idk the one second from the left

Sure. Could I be a step-fourth-cousin quadrice removed? EDIT : I don't think that's a word and my friends have been lying to me but whatever this is a crazy run on sentence lets make it go on longer wheeeeeee yay

Mark turns to his Spren, who nods and slinks/walks/slides/somethings off.

You make a good point.

"True."

Why are people deciding to be related to other people? Heh? *Confusion* *Unrelated sleep deprivation* *More confusion* *More sleep deprivation* *Cookies!*

"Perfect." Mark said. "We could also try to spy on the managers of the construction company, see if they go anywhere or have any suspicious meetings."

Eventually, Mark stopped his argument, trying to force his own voice out of his head. "So what exactly is our plan here?" Mark asked Mare.

"Yeah, pretty much." Deven nods.

Lyn?

I thought you were done with crime and espionage, Mark "One more time." Mark murmured. "One more time, that's it." You're no good at this, Human. You shouldn't be this sentimental freak, the weakling who can't even see a random alleyway on a map without nearly crying. "I'm not a weakling." He whispered. "And I am not a Killer." You are. "No." You know that you are. You're a murderer, a man who slaughters dozens when they so much as threaten his oh-so-precious friends. "They were going to kill us." Do you now that? Mark raised his voice. "They were soldiers sent to murder us! Do you expect me to stand by while the wretched Peacekeepers threaten everythign that I have left in my life, everything that I ever will have? How exactly am I supposed to stand by and watch as they shoot the only people who have actually understood me?" You still killed them. They had lives. Families. You know that what you did was wrong Mark, and you know that you aren't who you seem to be to everyone else. Mark's voice drops back down to a whisper. Mist curled around his fingertips and a small, hooked sharddagger appeared in his hand. "Get out of my head." I am your head. I am what you are, what you deny to be. I am the Killer, the assassin who you tried to leave behind. "I killed you." You are still alive. "That doesn't matter. I killed you, left you to rot in that arena." Yet you made it out, so I did as well. "I am not a killer." Maybe not now, but what will happen when those Peacekeepers come for you again? "I won't kill them. I-" Mark turned around, ignoring Marewill beside him. "I am not a killer." Really? I know a few people who would beg to differ. Those you killed for Adris. Quelkin. The Peacekeepers. Sereine. "Get her name out of your godforsaken mouth and get out of my Storming head!" You are still what you used to be. A child, who lashes out when angered. Except this child has too much power, lashes out and kills dozens. "I am not a killer." So you keep saying. "I'm... I'm not. I-" Mark paused. "I am an Edgedancer. I listen. I remember." Did you listen to the Peacekeepers before you killed them? Did you listen to Sereine's screams as you murdered her- "Did you not hear what I said second? I remember. Some people had to die, but I will never forget who they were. Maybe I could have spared a few, but even when I killed wrongly, there is not a single one of them who I do not remember." Mark's dagger extended into a scimitar, stamped with the symbol of brass. "I may be a killer, but at least I don't spend my time trying to drive the person who keeps me alive insane. I may be a killer, but at least I am not heartless. At least I don't forget the name of my own girlfriend." "I may be a killer, but at least I remember. Do you remember? Do you listen? Or do you just kill. That's all you are. Even if I am a murderer, I am something else as well." "I'm a storming radiant. Do you expect me to be fine? The ideals are meant to help us. If I swore one, how do you expect me to be normal? The ideals are what stop me from being... you. When you forget the ideals that I swore, you become something much worse." Mark dismissed his blade. "When you forget the words you said, you become nothing but an automaton, made for slaughter."

"That'll work."

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