it burns like heroin :: open

[marissa]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color:black"]"It is very serial killer. That's why I changed my mind." Marissa would've created a Venn diagram to support her oncoming explanation, but it wasn't possible to produce one out of thin air, much to her dismay. "Let's see. They both have motives, there have been multiple victims, and the killings have been throughout the course of time." After each point, Marissa raised one of her fingers. Even before she first encountered Kade, she was a demon hunter, so it was safe to assume the blood on her hands was copious. Kade hadn't just spilled some blood - she dropped gallons of it. "So, yeah. By definition, she would be classified as a serial killer. The only catch is that her job is allowed by the law." Her brows furrowed momentarily. "I think." The statement still didn't justify the redhead's occupation reasonably, but it wasn't the only profession like that. "Pharmacists are socially acceptable drug dealers. It's the same concept."

As for Marissa, there were probably only a few minuscule droplets of crimson on her hands. She was a werewolf, but couldn't possibly be categorized as the ballistic murderous type. If she felt remorseful killing bugs and indirectly a squirrel that one time, there was no way in hell she'd muster enough of... whatever to strip an actual person's life. Truthfully, she couldn't entirely relate to Kade's words, but wouldn't ruin her moment. "Wait- where are you going?" As soon as Kade turned away from the group, Marissa sped up to follow after the taller girl. She slowed her pace once she was standing a few feet behind the hunter. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" This time, there was a certain softness to the brunette's tone. Normally, she would've attempted to redirect Kade from her loner behavior, but she'd excuse it this instance. Marissa understood if she needed some closure.

Today was literally not the day to test waters. Behind Kade's resilient facade, Marissa couldn't begin to imagine her suffering. She hoped for her own sake that'd stay unchanging. Saying that she understood how Kade felt was nothing more than a pitiful lie, but Marissa empathized partially because of that. She didn't want Kade to ever experience the loneliness and abandon she felt that dreadful night again. The hunter isolating herself would enable those emotions to resurface. Trailing after her was probably irritating, but it was her own way of expressing concern. "Can I at least go with you?" Despite the redhead uttering that she was alright, the werewolf found that difficult to believe. Hopefully one day, it would be unnecessary to doubt such a simple declaration.

"I mean, if you really want to be alone, that's okay too." Marissa didn't want to force a decision on her behalf. Upsetting Kade was not her intention. She wanted to respect the hunter's wishes, even if they often went against her own. "It's up to you."