Marcus stared at her for a long moment, then scoffed lightly and turned his gaze away, his face unreadable. "Look, to me, Jyn wasn't some noble dark mage who lost his way," he said, voice low and edged with steel. "He was a rabid dog with a spellbook and zero conscience. And personally? I can't stand rabid dogs."
Serah's blade was still pointed at him, but her grip had noticeably eased. "So that justifies killing him?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm. "Does taking out monsters like him make you less of a threat to Amthar? Or are you just cleaning up your own mess?"
