<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari was completely confused with what she had just seen. Why was Dumas holding her by the neck? Why did Cheshire have that pained expression as he looked at her? Why did her face hurt as though she had been slapped hard? Or, better yet, who had done it and why? Why was her lip hurt? There were too many questions, but no answers that she could make out of them.<br/><br/>Touching her sore neck, Mari looked from Cheshire to Dumas. Her eyes had that sweet and confused expression they showed in these moments. Her headache was starting to creep in, but there were more important matters at the moment. Why was Dumas like that?<br/><br/>Tears filled Mari's eyes. What now? Her voice sounded tired and unhappy when she finally spoke, turning to Chester, since Dumas didn't seem to be in condition to talk at the moment. "What the hell did she do now?", she asked, looking at Dumas. Mari considered touching him, but considering how he seemed to be, she thought it would only make him more distressed.<br/><br/>"Dum... darling, I... I'm sorry. Whatever she did... I'm so sorry." Mari's gaze went to Chester's face. "I... I think I'm going home. Maybe you should stay with Dum?", she suggested, a lot more concerned about Dumas than about herself.</div>