<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari could feel that Dumas had tensed when she called him 'Baby'. She didn't remember what had happened earlier, but it was not hard to come to the conclusion her shadow self had something to do with it. Making a mental note, Mari decided she would have to call him something else. She didn't want what they were building together to be stained with the memory of her other half.<br/><br/>All the bad thoughts went away was Dumas wrapped his arms around her, though. His embrace only left space for Mari to fell the warmth and affection in his touch and kiss. "Don't be long", she murmured, releasing Dumas from her arms and letting him go to the door. While he did so, she straightened the covers on the bed and took a quick look at the mirror. That would take a while to go away. But she would never, ever, mention it.<br/><br/>When Dumas returned, Mari was sitting on her bed, her legs crossed. When he started unbuttoning his shirt, Mari frowned, but waited for Dumas to explain. When he explained there was something she should see, Mari nodded and waited. Standing up when he turned his back, Mari slid her fingertips over the tattoo, feeling the scars. The name between the wings made her curious, but she didn't inquire. Mari never pushed anyone out of their comfort zone, if she could avoid it.<br/><br/>A deep sadness filled her at the next words. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">She</span></span> had hurt him deeply, about something that was really important to him. Mari could gather that much from the situation. "I'm so sorry, honey". The words came in a whisper while Mari wrapped her arms around Dumas, standing behind him. "Please, forgive me in advance for whatever she may do. I... I'll get help. I'll get rid of <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">her</span></span>, even if it means I have to lose everything, all the memories before I've gotten here. You all deserve better than this. And so do I, I guess."</div>