Blue eyed narrowed in annoyance, and Merrik lowered his voice, although he certainly did not stop talking about it. "Oh you know...the money...the food...the little girl...why did you do all those things?" He shook his head and sighed. "Aren't you, you know, supposed to do the opposite? Kill people, steal their money? So...why did you?"

Malum rolled his eyes and pulled Merrik a little further away from the others, "Do you always do what you're supposed to do? Why shouldn't I help them? What's stopping me aside from reputation-and that can easily be avoided if people like you don't go spreading it around."

"But I don't get it...You just helped them...cause you...wanted to?" Merrik looked completely puzzled, and stratched his head, his other hand holding his cap awkwardly.

This was so confusing. Wasn't Malum a thief because he wanted to be? So why would he want to help out people and steal from them? Merrik had always looked at things as either black or white. He didn't really contemplate shades of grey. However, maybe there was a bit more to it.

Malum chuckled, "do you have a problem with that?" he asked.