Watch out for Grell. Was that a warning or... No. Damnit he was being ridiculous... right? And Marco just kept pushing. Inevitable. Absorbing everything and coming for more until he got what he was after. If the old man was an earthquake, Marco was the tide, blue and relentless. Thatch was feeling worn down from it all.
"I don't know what it was." He sighed again and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. Well fine. Absorb this. It would sting, but that was what Marco was best at, right? Taking pain from every damn thing whether he could withstand it or not. Just because his body could didn't mean the same thing for his heart but--
No...no. Hell he couldn't do it. He couldn't. No matter-- even if there was that one thing, he didn't think Marco would believe it and hearing it... well...maybe not exactly....
"I used to think some things were certain. But nothing is, really." It was like the old warden had told him once over a handful of frayed cards. In the end, everyone is rowing their own boat.
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"I don't know what it was." He sighed again and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. Well fine. Absorb this. It would sting, but that was what Marco was best at, right? Taking pain from every damn thing whether he could withstand it or not. Just because his body could didn't mean the same thing for his heart but--
No...no. Hell he couldn't do it. He couldn't. No matter-- even if there was that one thing, he didn't think Marco would believe it and hearing it... well...maybe not exactly....
"I used to think some things were certain. But nothing is, really." It was like the old warden had told him once over a handful of frayed cards. In the end, everyone is rowing their own boat.