"Are you tellin' me the heroes and villains around here get along?"
"Nobody wants to stay in Beacon. Not the crooks, the do-gooders, the merciless, the saviors; but it has us, every single one. I'm saying they've learned to coexist. Anyway, who can really tell the difference between them anymore."
A boy dressed in red and black taps his fingers anxiously on the bar, "I know what you mean."
