I watch Claw play with the dolls of our enemies, and I shake my head at him. He's always been a goofball, but then I wonder, knowing his history if Claw never got the chance to grow up fully. Or is this the way he deals with grief, after all, he lost his mom.
I go back to reading Marinette's diary, reading again and again how Adrien and Cat Noir were there for her in her darkness moments. Claw and I might not get along all the time, but he's still my partner and he listens.
The warm is suddenly to warm and I have to pull down the map before the warm tears of betrayal slide down my face. I set the diary on the desk, not wanting to leave smudges.
I gasp and back into the corner as Claw slowly pulls the map back up. "Hey, you okay?" "Her friends care about her. I have no one." I like being invisible, but I want the right person to see me, love me. Understand me. "Your crying," Claw says, reaching out to brush my cheek. I swat his hand away. "Tears are for the ones who are afraid." "Toxinelle, its okay to cry."
"Thanks for being my partner, Claw. Now, let's go. We have things to do." We leap out into the inky night, but my mind is whirling. I don't want to become good, do I?