"I thought you would have remembered murdering me."
“M-murdering you–”
Then it clicked. So it was true, after all. Something in him wanted to scream. He didn’t want to believe it. He doesn’t remember last time he felt this sick, his heart hanging in the pit of his stomach, or the weight of regret crawling down his back.
“M… Marco?”
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Marco stood there, letting the other cry and repeat himself like a broken record. Grey eyes softened for a moment. Some part of him… Some part of Marco wanted to hold Robin. Tell him it’s okay. That he forgives him. But was that true? Was it really how he felt?
Maybe…
He walked over to Robin slowly and held open his arms. It was just the chance to pull the human in so he could end this but being held one last time sounded nice…
These thoughts needed to quit. He was there to kill Robin, not let him live.
“M… marco..?”
“I’m sorry, I-I really am… I didn’t mean the worse to happen to you– I would’ve never let that happen if I weren’t so… weak. I really did want to protect you. I wanted to.”
“But I failed you.”
“I don’t deserve someone as precious as you… but you’re all I have. I don’t want to let go.”
They always tried to talk their way out of death. That's just how humans were. Maybe that's how everyone was.
"I know, Robin... Don't let go."
He did forgive him but the urge to feel blood was stronger.
"I'm sorry... Just close your eyes and this will all be over. Then we can pretend none of that ever happened and live like we used to. I promise."
That was the only thing he didn't know for sure. Was there anything after this? Or did he just make an empty promise? Oz held the human tightly with one hand and pressed the other against his stomach, the gentleness almost gone from his touch. Hesitant. But this was what he had to do.
"I love you."












