Inspired by the song The Line

The line between right and wrong feels thin today. You're sitting side by side on the steps of the accommodation, Helm beside you. "We crossed it" Gaz says softly. Your voice is calm, but heavy. "We had to." He runs his hand through his hair. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean it doesn't stick."

You exhale. Your true tone, no acting. "We draw the line where we can live with it." He looks at you for a long moment. With him, everything is a bit more honest, more direct. "And can you?" You hesitate. That's the problem with lines they shift. "I can tonight" you finally say. He nods slowly. And in the background, a song would be playing, a song that feels like moral weight, like decisions you can never quite shake off.