Monk good or bad?

As soon as Martha saw the soft smile on Monk's face, it brought back a wave of memories that they shared together. However, she quickly remembered that that was now a long time ago, and the time they spent together was shorter than the time they had spent apart. 

First and foremost she was a member of the Redwings, and she had come here to be so.

"Monk, I hope you aren't playing any games with me, why did you leave a note for me and only me?" Martha asked, getting straight to the point.

There was a pause from Monk, as he opened his mouth but no words came out, and for some reason seeing him in front of her now, he felt small. All the times before while leading the Dark Guild members, he seemed larger than he truly was due to the confidence shining within him, but right now it wasn't the same. 

Then suddenly, putting his hands over his face, he slumped his back against the castle wall sliding down it until he was sitting on the ground.