“You killed everyone. You didn’t have to do that! They would have surrendered. We could have spared them.”

“I will not be a fool, who dies at the hands of false subjects, cowards who surrender due to fear.” says the Lox to be “I rule those who are under my command.”

“What could be more interesting than a thousand drunk, rich assholes scrambling to prove their moral worth by doing nothing productive at all?” xe says dismissively about the charity gala “I hate undercover work.”

“On the plus side,” teases xir partner “you get to murder the worst of them after this. If we don’t break cover.”

“You’re going to be okay,” says the immortal to xir dying lover “It’s going to be okay. You’ll be fine. I know little of the world of the dead. But I know it is kind.”

“To be without you is a grave cruelty indeed,” smiles xir lover weakly “I’ll come back for you. In another lifetime.”

“In my only lifetime,” xe agrees “I’ll see you again.”

“You talk a big game,” says the vigilante, leveling xir sword at the hero’s throat “But are you really capable of the follow through?”

“What is this?” says the hero, raising a hand to lightly grip the blade “Why are you threatening me?”

“You said that we were in this together, no?” the vigilante presses the blade more firmly against the meat of the hero’s palm “But I’m starting to get the feeling you’re lying. About all of it, about everything. And I want to know why. Who are you, hero? What is it you’re really about to do?”

“I haven’t hurt anyone.” xe protests “Do we really need all this fuss?”

the cop tightens the handcuffs further, already painfully pinching the bones “For a person like you?”

“You afraid of the big bad wolf?” xe grins “You’d think, if you were afraid of what I can do as a werewolf, you’d muzzle me. But I have rights you know. And I will be talking about your conduct with my attorney.”

“Why do people always say ‘watch your back, I’ll be coming for you’? Don’t tell people you want to kill them, just drive a knife into their spine and be done with it. It’s so much easier.”

“It’s considered polite to let someone know you’re their enemy.”

“Polite – it’s murder.”

“What a mess,” sighs the hero “You see, [Sidekick]? How dangerous [Villain] can be?”

The sidekick gazes down at the ruined street with horror. Xe doesn’t say that [Villain] had been perfectly in control until [Hero] had arrived, had pulled xir out of [Villain]’s grasp. That [Villain] had lost zir temper when ze thought that xe was in danger.

How is it possible that one moment of terror had caused so much destruction?