Mari did feel a lot of pain about the thoughts she put into her words. It was hard to think she had nothing to offer to anyone. It made her think about why she still held on to this life. But one of the reasons was right before her eyes, wasn't it? Her friends. The people she wanted to help and care for. As long as she could keep doing it, she would have a reason to keep getting up in the mornings.<br/><br/>Dumas' words about marrying her if he wasn't 'fucked up' made Mari blush and look away for a moment. She needed to pull herself together before she could even look back at him. His confession about being tired made her sigh in relief. She couldn't think about anything to reply to his previous statement. It was almost painful to hear it, though. It broke her heart to hear that he thought he was not good enough. He had a real reason for his problems. As for herself... she was just messed up, not a single actual reason behind it.<br/><br/>His request pulled Mari out of her misery pit, as she saw the opportunity to do something to make him feel better. "Of course I will, darling, for as long as you want me to", she replied softly. Her hands started pressing his shoulders carefully, hoping it wouldn't cause him any pain. "Tell me if it hurts, okay, darling?", she asked, resuming the soft massage. She kept silent for a moment, before finally bringing herself to speak again. "Thanks, Dum. For being here, for... just... thanks."