Flowers beneath the rotting tree

"Will you give up?"

The Mirak asked, standing before her in the burning and ruined city of Paris. As ethereal and absolute as a god but completly devoid of emotion.

"...what?"

She couldn't believe her ears. Though that could also be because of Dezas who was wrecking havoc in the distance.

"Will you give up your humanity to save them? Or will you let them perish through your own mistakes?"

It repeated just as unbothered as before.

Marinette shared a look with Adrien who was just as battered and bruised as her and snarled. Spitting out the blood and grime from the sheer endless amount of fighting that they had been through.

"If you are willing to use humanity to fight your own battles, then you are no better than any of us!"

She spat, levelling the entity before her with a glare.

Because she knew that, if anyone were to save humanity from itself, who would be more fitting for the job than a human?

 

[ or: watch me turn Marinette and Adrien into actual people and the mess they cause on the way. ]