Cotton is no saint.

He’s stolen. He’s hurt people. He’s destroyed.

But he’s never killed someone.

A villain with a code. He knows what it sounds like. He sounds like a water-powered Robin Hood. Though without the giving to the poor part.

Safe to say, Cotton’s not a hero.

He’s the villain Water Craze. Or was.

Right now, he’s not sure what he is.

His mom is a villain. One of the worst.

His sister is a villain. She’s in between him and their mother. Doesn’t quite have a code but is better morally than Flood.

If you asked him to characterize Pippa, the light-based Beacon, his Tink, he would’ve said hero. Even though he could come up with many following adjectives, hero would have been the first.

But after seeing her kill Ink Spill, he’s not sure what to think.

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer.

And yet, she killed. By definition, she is a killer.

He intellectually knows that Ink Spill was coming after him. That the kill would be seen as self defense. It just feels different.

Like she wanted to.

When she made the declaration that she was still Beacon but stood for something different, it was like he was looking into the eyes of a different person.

Not the girl he nicknamed Tink because she glowed and looked like a freaking fairy.

Not the girl who never stole a thing in her life except for his heart.

Not the hero that stood for goodness.

She wasn’t the same, and Cotton has no idea where that leaves them.