Somehow, despite the nights events, Mab found herself at the same spot she and Starlequin had stood at the day before. His now burnt out cigarette, cold and forgotten, left discarded on the street corner where they'd stood the day before, as the last lonely remnant that he'd ever been here at all.
He reminded her of a violent storm, sweeping into their lives all at once in the dead of night, wreaking havoc and turning warm, living bodies into cold, broken corpses, only to flee the scene with all but a quiet and unfulfilled anger left trembling in his wake.
Starlequin was a monster, it seemed, but he was not the only one.
Mab shook her head in solace, she wanted to put an end to this. She wanted the last monster gone for good this time. More than anything... she'd wanted it not to be him.
"Silver. So it's you at last, is it? I wish I could say I was surprised, but that would require feeling anything else at this point aside from... empty."