chaotic good

Dreidre's peace

Dreidre looked at him, expression solemn on her face. She looked undisturbed, as if she didn't care.

'You know I'll win'

'And you know I'll fight'

They both stare at each other, pushing each other to their limits. Neither of them wanted to look away first, it showed weakness. They both displayed symptoms of atychiphobia, a crippling fear of failure, coupled with their own ambitions could led only to annihilation. Once again, the Commission would be proven right; if they didn't work together, they would give up their last breaths to each other. Dreidre and Randolph were two sides of the same coin; Dreidre was the Jim Moriarty to Randolph's Sherlock Holmes. The saint and the sinner.

'You're delusional'

'No, I told you what I am. I'm a martyr in this shitty war.'

Randolph knew that his partner wasn't going to give up. She liked to think that could do it all alone but Randolph saw the tiredness under her eyes and the strain in her voice. Her perfectly tailored blazer was now crumpled around her small frame, it was obvious she had lost a lot of weight. Seeing her in this condition anguished him. Because he remember that he had left her once before and like hell he was going to let her do this alone. He tore his eyes away from her and looked back at the landscape of crumbling buildings. There were no people left in the area, everybody had fled for their lives leaving the city deserted like a ghost town. Even the light from the window gleamed a dull spark as if muted by the horror of the situation.

He straightened his blazer.

'Well then, I'm coming with you'

This time her eyes flared with anger and a flash of vulnerability; concern.

'No, didn't you hear me? Im a MARTYR and im not going to get you killed.'

Another explosion occurred in the distance and lit up the sky in an orange haze. The light bounced off the polished glass and lit up his hazel eyes. She saw an ambition, a determination. He was determined to help and both were going to survive. Dreidre's hair rustled gently in the breeze and for the first time, she felt like renewed sense of youth. Her anger subsided and was replaced a single raw, illogical emotion. Hope. Hope that she might make it out alive.

'I know that look, partner. I know I can't talk you out of your decision. So firstly, fuck you for your stubbornness, secondly I know where the board and the government are meeting and lastly, thank you.'

'For what'

'For believing in me'

Randolph notice the spark of hope in her eyes. It was fragile and more importantly, it was the part of her that was vulnerable. She was as frail yet as fiery as a candle was; easy to extinguish but will burn you if touched. If was a beautiful combination of dangerous and delicate and as Dreidre walked into the light of explosion, he didn't see an martyr or a god or a sinner. He saw a young girl who managed to find a separate peace in a world of chaos.