These TCPs are marked. Before this moment, you were completely unaware of what that meant- but now, you know without a shadow of a doubt…that a marked TCP has killed someone.
With this information, you know the meaning of the marks as well. Length means how intended the kill was, and how broken up the line was indicated regret…
This is…really overwhelming. You had no idea about any of this, and just seeing the marks flooded your mind with this knowledge. A deep feeling of dread settles in the longer you look at them, but you don't want to avert your eyes and make things awkward.
You don't know if you want to share anything with someone who's killed another TCP, but…you have questions, and you have to stay calm.
SEE: I dunno, with the stairs and all, we already appear pretty high up-
All four TCPs burst into laughter at that, Roxas approaching you while giggling.
ROXAS: Nah man, high like, as in weed, you know? Like… uh…
They stay awkwardly silent for several moments.
ROXAS: You must be pretty new here, can't believe I didn't realize.
SAMSON: That's because you can't even tell your head from your ass when you're blazed.
ROXAS: Ha! Yeah.
CAYDEN: We've been around for uh, like a week and a bit. If you have any questions we can probably help.