[Markus understands, unwilling to prod further because of it. No time to look backwards when circumstances are constantly pushing one forward; no time to breathe, no time to grieve. He wonders if there’ll ever be time, but Noctis’ declaration rings poignant and true— probably won't ever be. The only thing he could do was keep it pushed down, and hope that the pressure didn’t crystallize it into something with sharper edges as time passed.
Maybe Noctis is the same way.]
Yes. His name was Carl, and he was like a father to me. Though I was the one who was supposed to take care of him, he… helped me grow in ways that I didn’t realize until it was too late.
[Markus’ look eases downward, to some nondescript part of Noctis’ bed. The explanation he gives is simplified for now, but relays the painful beats of the story well enough.]
He died of a heart attack. Emotions running too high between an altercation between himself, his son, and… I. When the police arrived, his son blamed it on me. Said that I attacked him. Like I would ever do such a thing.
[His jawline tightens, fingers curling in his lap.]
But of course they wouldn’t take the time to listen to me. I don’t even remember much of what happened after that, except waking up, discarded and broken, in a rainy junkyard. [Finally, Markus lifts his gaze to Noctis.] It’s almost unbelievable how just a few short moments can change the whole course of your life, isn't it?
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Maybe Noctis is the same way.]
Yes. His name was Carl, and he was like a father to me. Though I was the one who was supposed to take care of him, he… helped me grow in ways that I didn’t realize until it was too late.
[Markus’ look eases downward, to some nondescript part of Noctis’ bed. The explanation he gives is simplified for now, but relays the painful beats of the story well enough.]
He died of a heart attack. Emotions running too high between an altercation between himself, his son, and… I. When the police arrived, his son blamed it on me. Said that I attacked him. Like I would ever do such a thing.
[His jawline tightens, fingers curling in his lap.]
But of course they wouldn’t take the time to listen to me. I don’t even remember much of what happened after that, except waking up, discarded and broken, in a rainy junkyard. [Finally, Markus lifts his gaze to Noctis.] It’s almost unbelievable how just a few short moments can change the whole course of your life, isn't it?