"There.." He said, watching his marble roll against the sand, stopping just before the brick wall. Scaramouche looked at you with a facade of unamusement, taking two steps back to let you take your turn.

You both knew it, these were your last minutes together. Your play would choose the fate of both of you..

"..What are you waiting for?" He asked as you knelt down, rolling your marble in your hand in thought.. You couldn't let him die. You had no reason to get out of here, he did..