Jean talks to a woman as Rose looks out the thick glass. I walk up and look at her, "Where did all the stars go?" Rose doesn't answer, she stares at the other planets. A big part of Martus is pitch black. It's almost like an optical illusion, your mind says it's a hole in the planet. But my mind is reminding me of the demons, the ever-spreading black patches of death and that horrible smell that came from it. It's such a big area. My skin crawls at the thought of going there, to that dead planet.

Rose nudges me, "It's beautiful." I frown and whisper, "All I see is broken or controlled by kid-killers." She crosses her arms, "Don't say that!" I jump, "But-" I turn to her and through my blurry vision, she looks into my eyes with a glare, resembling Norbert's. Menacing, but something's off about it, "There are good people down there!" I look down, "Where are they all now?"

Kaylin opens the door and Marches in, "Markus?" I turn, "Yeah?" He sighs, "I just had to disappear a couple soldiers, since you let our stowaways just wander." I scratch my head and smile, "They got cramped." He slaps me so hard, my head turns, I look up at him, "What the hell?!" He points to the side of his head, "Use your brain for a second." I tilt my head, "What's wrong with giving them some fresh air?" He gets in closer, "The whole point of having them hide there is to keep them hidden! From soldiers that are out to kill them, ON SIGHT!" He scoffs and looks up, "And if they get a chance to interrogate them, the secret's out- You and I- everyone we care for. They die." I scratch my scalp, "Oops." He growls, "Just use your damn brain." I grab my head and sigh, "I just don't want them to suffer." He wipes his face with his hand, "Of boredom? Are you slow?" "Slow?" He groans, "Are you an idiot?" I stand up and grasp the table's surface, "I care for people!" He stares for a moment, "You caring this much, is what's going to kill them and us included." I sit down and really think about that. "Right now, I should be shooting you dead. But you are going to stay with them in the storage bays." His men walk in, he grumbles, "Take him, now.", then slams the door.

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They stare, "Do we have to drag you?" I tilt my head and one laughs, "Maybe he is slow." Another groans, "Walk to the storage bay and we won't shoot you."