"And then he decided that he wanted to take down the rest of the world," Faye went on, her breath catching in a wry laugh. It's the type of story that feels clichéd. Everyone wants their slice, everyone wants to grab more than life gives them, and if they steal from others in the process, so be it. Because it's either steal, or be stolen from. Life isn't any more of an exception than any material possessions might be. If the days are gray, then at least to steal the happiness from others might provide a solace.

But Vincent went beyond that.

"I'm not angry at him. I might still be scared, but I'm not angry. I just feel sorry for the bastard," she assures Lily, eyes edged as she takes another handful of marbles, deposits them on her towel. "Either way, we couldn't let that run free."