Marcus shook his head as she spoke, "If I tried to talk to her about it she would kill me on the spot. She would love nothing more than to rip out my still beating heart, not like it would be the first time", he said looking at the ground. He moved a finger up to his neck and allowed it to transform into a sharp claw, something he could do if he wanted. He scratched at his neck for a moment, even considered slicing it open and seeing if that would end things this time but he couldn't do that in front of Rachael. He did stab his a claw in deep enough to draw blood.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to anyone other than him he was crying as he sat there, the only hint being a small sliver of steam coming out of his tear duct. "Things would never be the same anyway, the only time I was truly happy was when I was with her", he said rubbing his forehead. "The pain won't go away, ever", he said once more considering slitting his throat.<br/><br/>There was a long silence between them before he finally spoke up, "You can look like her, can't you?", he asked not taking his gaze from the ground. "Could you make her look like she did before she hated me?", he asked with a tone of sorrow in his voice. "The only difference was that she had whiter hair and wings", he said shrugging. "Please? I...I just want to see it one more time...".