Marinette, keeper of the kwamis, walked confidently into the hospital. She wasn't going to let her depression and anxiety talk her out of helping Chloe. Whatever it was that had attacked the mayor wasn't going to frighten her away!

Marinette went inside, fearing the whole time that her friend was in danger.

"Oh, Tikki, I wish you were here!"

But Tikki wasn't there.

Again, Marinette had to steel herself against wishing herself a superhero again. Costumes, masks, and magic were kids' stuff- she was an adult now. All the fun in the world did NOTHING to change the amount of damage magic did. Her power to undo the damage to physical objects didn't affect the emotional damage inflicted on the citizens of Paris. The final battle with Hawkmoth had destroyed the entirety of Agreste manor, killing everyone inside.

"Magic destroys," Marinette chided herself. If it wasn't for those incredible simultaneous losses, Marinette would never have realized the horrors she had been a part of. Hawkmoth only attacked the city to get the Miraculous in the first place. Simply sealing them away would have to be enough to protect the world.

She walked up the steps, going through the list of people she'd failed; Chat, Mr. Agreste, Butler Jean, Alya, the entire staff at the house.

Adrian.

She had to stop walking. What was she doing? Her carelessness had killed a dozen people. She was a walking hazard always had been. A big, dumb, klutzy failure. Pathetic. Weak. Incompetent.

She didn't deserve to be Ladybug. She didn't deserve a friend.

Adrian had told her that Chloe had been his friend when he'd had nobody else. She'd written this off as stalking. Of course, Chloe wouldn't abandon her crush- who would? After her catastrophic failure, the blonde monster had taken the time to come up beside Marinette as both a comfort and support. Marinette needed that stubbornness. That inherent Chloeness that made her formal rival so difficult. Her drive and intensity had kept both of them optimistic. But now the world had gotten a little darker now that the Bourgeois family was in such terrible danger, the guilt of her failure weighed down the young Asian girl.

"MOVE!"

A young boy pushed past her.

"OW!"

Whomever he was, he was in a rush. And with a crash, suddenly so was Marinette.