He didn't physically feel any different, but his confidence in balance was begging to come into question. Marco wobbled and wound up crouching down to a knee. His eyes told him nothing was wrong, but his mind was finally getting fatigued from the voice that resounded as if on top of his grey matter. He wondered if his voice would still work the same.<br/>"What did you do? Nnno, no never mind. Far be it from me to ask the reaper what they've done. Look, why were we left alive -did you fuck up or something? Want to reward me? What do you have in mind? I'd prefer if you're going to do anything to my insides to at least let me look at you outside my head. You're soft on the eyes."