reflectedlight | 🌙 Inbox - Marc Spector's Dead Drop

🌙 Inbox - Marc Spector's Dead Drop

If he's told you how to find it, a loose ceiling panel above the Lyfe Boat on the first floor is where you can leave hand-written notes inside of library books if you're trying to reach Marc Spector.

If he hasn't told you how to find it, you shouldn't be here. Marc doesn't exist. You want Steven Grant's Inbox.

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There's a smirk on his lips that Marc would admit to judging him. Well, someone should. He's always wondered what would happen if he looked in the mirror to judge and consistently decided it was the worst idea imaginable. He already knows what he'd see.

"Could just be the blindness of following orders, maybe they are random. But I'm not saying what I did worked either. You see, letting all of those witnesses live? That held consequences. They saw my face, they knew my name, my status, my allies. With the right intel they could harm a lot of people close to me. And that noble tried it and he won, Marc. He has the twins. He's my next deader when I go back, with or without my deal finished. And none of that would've happened if I had actually done a sweep of that damned place."

He sounds pissed and he can't help it. It was a frustrating week that only just ended up dragging him back to this place. He takes a second to calm, but he can't get the sternness out of his voice.

"Look, I won't tell you that morals are what went wrong. But it's consequences. I picked those morals, I stuck to them and now I'm facing the consequences for them. I'm not hiding or ducking out, I'm dealing with it. And even though I fucked things up, I'm still going to stick to them. Even if everything else says it's easier or feels easier. I wouldn't say I know you, but I think that's our difference or something like it."