“ Because you realized he’s better than you, Marco. That’s why you freed him from me and let him get away. You need to look deeper. You know it’s true. Mural has always been better than you. “ Marco stiffened up. Mural had gotten away. Good, he thought. Mural had a purpose. A destiny to fulfill. Mural had done bad things that he needed to fix. Marco was just there. He saw that now. The Watcher was right. “ Yes, He always has been. I was just too selfish to see that. “ He scoffed, but at himself. If only he’d known then what was happening. If only he hadn’t been so gullible, maybe a happy ending could’ve been achieved. But he couldn’t win a battle against his worst weakness: The truth. “ Yes, you’ve always been selfish whereas Mural is selfless. You’ve always ignored people and kept to yourself whereas Mural always spoke to people and supported them. No wonder he never liked you back. Marco, you’ve done awful things. Would you like to pay the price,

the fair punishment for your actions? “ “..” “ Marco, would you like to pay the price? “ His voice was formed now. “ The fair punishment for your actions.” Marco sighed. “.. Yes. “ “ Close your eyes. It’ll be over soon. I’ll do it quickly. “ Marco silently obeyed. He didn’t know what other option he had. He held his scythe in hand, just in case. And then he felt it. Something sliced through the blade of the scythe, breaking the blade off, which hit the ground and shattered. He screamed at the top of his lungs and fell to his knees, blood pouring from his mouth, eyes widened, crying from the pain. He was gonna die. He knew it. He felt something clasp around his ankles and wrists, cutting through his skin, and tried to keep his eyes open, but eventually failed and it all went dark.

Ok no, this isn’t a vent. Which is literally in the title. And no, Marcos not dead. It’s just gonna be really hard to save him if anyone bothers.