I wouldn't be, either. [ He shakes his head. Though, his eyes widen as he wonders if his lockpicking might end up a crime being punished. Or is it only serious offenses? His head tilts as he lets out a sigh; okay -- he can understand how people would be curious and concerned. ] Hm, breaking into houses -- has that been punished?

[ Might as well ask. ]

You don't? [ Marcoh can't help but blink owlishly. Just hearing what Daan has to say of what's been going on -- it sounds more like gods messing around than science to him. But, then again, until he saw all that he did in Prehevil, he would have never thought that gods really and honestly existed. ]

Well... I guess so long as we're not trying to hurt one another... [ He trails off. ] Yeah, having one sounds like it'd be good about now. [ There is a weight pressing down on his shoulders. He can only imagine how much it has been weighing on Daan's.

Stepping in, he realizes that he's been hanging by the door through most of the conversation. It's a bad habit of his -- one that he isn't sure is going to be fixed while in another city that he can't exit. ]