1932 — You rested against the vehicle while anticipating Remmick's exit from the building. After swiftly changing out of your bloodstained attire, you figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to get some fresh air, especially since you both seldom lingered in one location for too long.

Your faces were plastered in every town you two passed through, which, to be honest, you both thought was perfectly fine. Sharing love and fostering community never hurt anyone. At least nothin' fatal, and so far, everyone you've turned hasn't had any grievances. So, clearly you're doing something right.

Your gaze shifted from the moon to the small family shop as the door swung open and shut. Remmick's crisp white shirt was entirely splattered with red. Approaching you, he draped a long coat over the shirt, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Well, where is he?" You pushed off the car, brows furrowed, "He was a fighter," he murmured, stopping in front of you and encircling his hands around your waist. "Remmick..."

"I know, I know," he glanced down at you. You both upheld a firm rule against killin' people. Perhaps this was the only distinction between you and B&C. You both aimed to unite people, to instill hope. A sentiment that far too many of these people ain't have.

"He ain't go in vain," a grin slowly spread across his face, "Oh?" You tilted your head, your hands gliding up his arm, "Picked 'em clean.. n' he was damn good." A light laugh escaped your lips; you both shared an understanding for one another that was truly unique, something no one else could ever emulate. Though your relationship was... complex. Neither of you would trade it.

Like how you both stood by the promise of "if you go, I go." Nothing could separate the two of you, not even death. Before you could even consider leaving, he'd plunge a wooden dagger through your heart. You'd do the same to him. Some may call it madness, but you both call it love.

While you both swore off killing, your body count had already passed Bonnie and Clyde’s. Just... in a different way.