[Markus' look only flickers to the side once when Noctis replies, though the words are taken in, listened to, turned over in his head. At their core, he knows it's a truth to adhere to. It’s hard to say that he’s always been the sort to press forward — new as so many experiences wrapped up in deviancy are to him — but perhaps it’s not a stretch to describe him a man who will always want to. Stepping through guilt is like walking through quicksand; linger too long, and he'll find himself sinking and unable to breathe.
Ciri had even said that much to him. With two people now repeating the same advice, just conveyed with differing verbiage, maybe it’s hard to contest the point. One coming from a young woman’s own experiences, another from a young man’s father. (Spoken of in past tense. Markus doesn’t neglect to notice this much.)
Still hard to erase the guilt, but maybe he would reassure the other that he’s not the sort to wallow, not when the weight of others still presses down on his shoulders. Maybe, if the thought wasn’t cut in two with a complaint about the food—]
…That’s all the fish they had. You really are picky.
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Ciri had even said that much to him. With two people now repeating the same advice, just conveyed with differing verbiage, maybe it’s hard to contest the point. One coming from a young woman’s own experiences, another from a young man’s father. (Spoken of in past tense. Markus doesn’t neglect to notice this much.)
Still hard to erase the guilt, but maybe he would reassure the other that he’s not the sort to wallow, not when the weight of others still presses down on his shoulders. Maybe, if the thought wasn’t cut in two with a complaint about the food—]
…That’s all the fish they had. You really are picky.