sky might fall ;

"Goddamn … I can’t believe you are here," he finally said, voicing his disbelief. "I’m not sure how long it’s been since that day, but hell, I haven’t seen you in two years. It’s probably not a good thing to be stuck here but you don’t know how glad I am to see you." And he spoke the truth. Hell, anytime he saw someone he knew in this city always made him happy. It meant that they were still okay, and that they still lived on despite what happened to him.

Its bizarre and alarming and Marco can't find words right away, either. Silence hangs between them, suspended by their disbelief. When Ace speaks, he's overcome with questions above all else.

"Two years ... ? You've been okay-yoi?" there goes his big brother syndrome, "I mean, you ... look okay." 

He's got his mind on his crew and his ship when he happens by a dilapidated building and, more interestingly, someone attempting to scale the fence encircling it. 

Marco stops and he stares for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest while listening to this person talk to themself.

Here’s some examples to start you off-

Confess! Are you turned on by [insert kink here]?

Confess! Do you like [insert name here]?

Confess! Is it true that you once [insert odd/silly activity here]?

Confess! Are you scared of [insert fear here]?

Confess! Did you cry during [insert movie here]

Sector Three always made him feel incredibly jumpy. Even stepping into it made him feel rather uneasy. He’d probably feel more at ease once he got Zangetsu back, but the sword wasn’t in his grasp to allow him to protect himself. Not at the moment. He’d heard all kinds of shady things about this Sector, so he always hated when he had to pass through it. Moreso he hated having to find his way back out. "Oi. You wouldn’t happen t’know how to get out of here, would you? I’m kinda lost and this place creeps me the hell out."

There's a gunshot -- distant, though -- right as Marco's attention is grabbed; he doesn't tense, just looks from some fixed point back to the young man speaking at him. Marco gets a little tripped up and turned around leaving, even now; the underground seems labyrinthine and its dangerous on top of that.

"Was thinking about leaving myself, oddly; I'll lead you there."

He turns on his heel and searches for the source. Maybe he's hallucinating, maybe he's just so hopeful for a familiar face, a familiar voice, that he's just making it all up, and ...

"Ace?" 

He's several yards off; Marco finds himself walking those yards that feel like miles. But he stops short to get a better look at the other, all of him. He's there, he's alive ... He's fine ... ?

"Deer Dance" by System of a Down

"Marco." he says, "How's it been for you-yoi?"

Terrifying, disarming, strange? What else could it possibly be? He snickers at the question himself, shakes his head.

don’t stop (color on the walls) // foster the people