Flinching back from the sudden shout, Nit's eye fluttered rapidly, only to find that their swine was missing from the table. Obviously, Nit was not very pleased with Axe's actions; however, they merely silently stared at her from behind with a wide and vicious eye rather than scold her. At this point, they were past the infantile insults and swearing, their expressions taking the wheel now. They just did not care. Grumbling softly, Nit stayed in their seat, leaning their head on one hand and staring off into nothing.<br/><br/>Marcial frowned deeply as the gust from Axe's rage blew against their coattails. A sternness only matched by the gravely upset developed itself before Marcial spied Scarlet.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">But of course</span>," the man sighed, his eyes melting. "<span style="font-style: italic">I have to do it myself at times... Even if I end up getting bit in the process.</span>" Marcial took a deep breath, tapping his foot a few times to an invisible rhythm in his head. As time passed, Marcial became increasingly forlorn. Even before Scarlet began telling Axe's depraved history, Marcial was already feeling contrite for her. Why, she expected love and merely got heartbreak and confusion. This felt like to peak of feeling bad for this girl, and nothing else in addition to this could possibly make her feel any more sorry.<br/><br/>But then, oh God, the backstory.<br/><br/>Marcial's mouth gradually gaped open slightly from appallment. The shutters of their eyes opened and closed constantly and slowly as he tried to compute this. A victim of abuse, now! How in the name of hell could someone willingly detriment the life of another, especially if abuse was already prominent in their life way back when? Marcial bared his teeth, eyes tightly shut for a moment.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">M- Mr. Victors,</span>" Marcial uttered in a hushed tone, placing a hand on Scarlet's back. "<span style="font-style: italic">I- I'm so sorry that h- happened to your sibling... No one deserves a childhood like that no matter what they did...</span>" A single teardrop ran down his tan face, his highly sympathetic personality getting the best of him. Child abuse was always a particularly triggering subject for him, and hearing the manner in which Axe dealt with was<span style="font-style: italic"> disgusting</span>to say the least.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Anyhow</span>," Marcial muttered, his tone indicating that he was still uncomfortable from what Scarlet blurted. "<span style="font-style: italic">Everything was going so well... What even happened? There's so much... so much<span style="font-weight: bold"> hate</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold">disregard</span> that wasn't here before. If I knew this was going to happen, I would've... God, <span style="font-weight: bold">yo ni se</span>.</span>" Marcial clasped their graying hair, the coarse strands sticking in between his equally aged fingers. "<span style="font-style: italic">I don't even know what the hell to do right now. It's one thing after the other. Should we just leave the two be for now or what? I'd hate to aggravate them more, but I want this solved quickly, and obviously I assume you wish the same.</span>"