𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 of being what they were: that line that separated legal from illegal, was one that they straddled and rode upon with such ease, that it was no longer a question in one’s mind. It wasn’t in hers any longer, though a sliver must have remained in his as he seemed concerned with the legality of their choice. “If you have to ask that question, then you already know the answer.” She responded upon crossing into the offices of the facility they had broken into, voice remaining low enough that only their ears could hear. There were rumors floating about that the lab was one that experimented on supernatural creatures like themselves, trying to weaponize what they could gain from their genetic coding. If that were the case, then surely the lab was the party committing illegal activities and they were simply doing what they could to correct the wrongdoings. They were, essentially, the good guys in this situation. “If you’re too afraid some cop is gonna come around and slap cuffs on you, feel free to tuck tail and run. I’m seeing this through to the end, though.”