Marcus takes a deep breath. He's still not quite looking at Max, though he darts the occasional half-anxious glance like he's expecting to get yelled at or cut off. "Yeah. I... I wouldn't have given it up. It was... hard, for a while." That was putting it mildly. "But I never wanted excommunication. It's... all that I was. I wasn't anything else." He'd been the Church's weapon, aimed at the demons, and that had been fine. He'd had a purpose and that was all he needed. "I was the gun, and the Church was the hand." He pulls his hand away to show the double circle tattoo - not just circles when you look at it closely, but the business end of a gun barrel, a faded stick-and-poke piece he did himself years before.
While he has his hand free he'll grab another cookie. Carbs are good. "I'm not gonna let them force me. If I want to get laid, I'll manage it somehow." His smile's a bit watery and more than a bit sardonic, but it's real enough. "There's... a couple of things I might want. But it's nothing urgent. You don't need to put yourself out for me."
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Date: 2021-07-26 06:14 pm (UTC)While he has his hand free he'll grab another cookie. Carbs are good. "I'm not gonna let them force me. If I want to get laid, I'll manage it somehow." His smile's a bit watery and more than a bit sardonic, but it's real enough. "There's... a couple of things I might want. But it's nothing urgent. You don't need to put yourself out for me."