"Well of course you do," the voice comes from a hooded figure, but Margaret knows the face all too well. "Your off gallivanting and playing hero again, aren't you? You've needed me every other time. And let me think, what were your words last time?" the grating speech mocks her.
"You know I wasn't myself, and I do not care for your games. I do not need nor want for you," Margaret turns her back on the mysterious form.
"Is that why your alone? So you wouldn't have to see your so-called friends when you betray them?"
"I am alone because I didn't want them to be dragged into this complication," Margaret retorts.
"Dear, they were involved the moment they associated themselves with you. Which you started."
"And which I will finish. Your master will fall by my hand, and when he falls, you fall."
"Ah, my child. We both know you're not built to be a hero. Lucky for me, when you make a mistake, you take everyone down with you."
Margaret turns her back, the last words ringing in her mind. She leaves the store, the bags nearly tearing she clenches her fist so tight.