[Marco shakes his head, and catches a glimpse of Egon looking at his hand in the process.

Right. That's why what Egon is saying doesn't sound right.]

If anything, he's the one handing me power. I can't fight. I'm no good at magic. If it weren't for him... I don't know how much of my old life I would still remember.

[And yet he still calls it his "old life" so easily. Marco gulps and tries to shake the thought.]

We protect each other, that's all. Even if it's not... not quite in the same way I used to believe.

[... Has he said too much?]