Marco had been awake for the explosion, too - which is only natural, because he'd made it his personal duty to see the crew off. Other things he had made his personal responsibility include: their safety, their continued survival, etcetera.
It's funny. He remembers telling himself last month not to beat himself up if something went wrong. He remembers being aware that his true level of responsibility on the matter would be limited. But he was a demon then, and now he's not anymore, and frankly it's a good thing he feels too bad about what happened to concern himself with the fact that he voluntarily changed into a demon and went so far as to relish four weeks of freedom from guilt and he even lied about why he did it--
The point is, it's been a day. Fiddleford has helped. He always does, even when there are bumps on the road. Marco knows he should probably be getting some rest, but it's not coming easy.
Then there's a knock that can only just barely be called a knock.
Marco opens the door only slightly, at first. But he's quick to resume opening it all the way; once he confirms that this is, indeed, Javert, it strikes him as incredibly unwise to hesitate.]
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Marco had been awake for the explosion, too - which is only natural, because he'd made it his personal duty to see the crew off. Other things he had made his personal responsibility include: their safety, their continued survival, etcetera.
It's funny. He remembers telling himself last month not to beat himself up if something went wrong. He remembers being aware that his true level of responsibility on the matter would be limited. But he was a demon then, and now he's not anymore, and frankly it's a good thing he feels too bad about what happened to concern himself with the fact that he voluntarily changed into a demon and went so far as to relish four weeks of freedom from guilt and he even lied about why he did it--
The point is, it's been a day. Fiddleford has helped. He always does, even when there are bumps on the road. Marco knows he should probably be getting some rest, but it's not coming easy.
Then there's a knock that can only just barely be called a knock.
Marco opens the door only slightly, at first. But he's quick to resume opening it all the way; once he confirms that this is, indeed, Javert, it strikes him as incredibly unwise to hesitate.]
Javert. Can I help you?... Good evening.