And she was gone. No breath moved her, no moaning came from her. This was it. Death. For one promise to himself at the cost of a broken promise to his friend, one that didn't even survive very long. Well, half broken. He had killed, and he would die, and not in the way they had intended for. It would become beyond repair soon enough. And he was all set and ready for that plan mere seconds ago.
But his mind was open now, that the way Joe was going could not truly help everybody, that he could not truly go on the same path as Joe. He didn't want to say because this was the right way or that Joe had led the wrong way, as he did not quite know. Marcus realized, he didn't know a lot of things. He never thought he had all the answers to life, or that he was infallible, but he thought he had been on the path way to something right.
But now, thanks to Rachael, he was thankfully pushed off that track before it was too late. Whether they had killed or had not killed, it did not matter towards a person on whether they wished to die, but only if they wished to live. The prospect of death and the prospect of life were not comparable. Maybe that's why he felt that connection to Rachael in this quick spur, and how even though he no longer shared the dream of Joe, understood him all the same.
The idea of that special 3rd person of Joe's plan became unattainable once he realized that such a person, who had been surrounded by death for so long could no longer truly, and fully, want to go home as they were now, but would cherish the memories of their past lives they had. That was what had been revealed, and Marcus could only wish he had been able to think of this eternal flaw and had been able to stop Joe from what he was going to do.
Now he was again brought to the question of what now. That was the question he had been traveling with for too long and would continue to do so until his final moments came. And maybe that's just the way he was meant to take, taking in all that happened for his meanwhile until a killer would due him in. It seemed fitting. Dying not knowing what it all meant by someone he could never fully understand.
Maybe that's the way it was suppose to be. He would never pretend that he had it all figured it out, but he would be willing to accept what could happen. Some things were just plain more
then Marcus, above and beyond his comprehension. Perhaps there was a message that just couldn't come across to someone like him.
He still lied there, kneeling beside Rachael's corpse. Marcus then remembered where he actually was, and decided it would be best to leave. Marcus did not belong here, was not fit for it's designed people. Neither of them were, anymore. He began picking up Rachael's bag, noticing it's heavier weight compared to his own. Curiosity made him zip it open to take a peak. A saw. Not dangerous.
He zipped the bag closed and shook his head, slinging it over his shoulder. He began pushing one of the kiosks out of the way, just enough to where he could carry Racheal out. Marcus picked Rachael up again after returning the kiosk back into the barricade, one hand holstering her back and one under her legs. He felt the knife in her pocket. He shook his head again. Not dangerous.
((Marcus Leung: B047 - V5 - Continued In Zugzwang))