Marcus sat, ready to die until he felt her hand on him. He felt her pestilence move into his head  but couldn't do anything to fight it off. It was almost like the memories were presented to him once more but...almost all of the hurt was taken away. Like he'd never had those feelings for her, at least not to that degree. He stayed frozen still when Avarael moved away from him, like she'd frozen him in time. "What...happened...", he asked no one in particular. Tears seemed to move down his face much faster, "What happened?", he asked once more. "It's gone...all of it...", he said as he looked down to his hands.<br/><br/>"Was it...taken from me?", he asked himself. He couldn't tell what had changed but he knew something did, something important. He managed to stand up though, not being completely able to hold himself on his own legs. Wobbly, he walked over to the knife, picking it up and throwing it aside to find the ring, "No...it's still here", he said clutching the ring to his chest before moving it back on. "It'll never go away".<br/><br/>He walked across the building, letting the bubble drop. He stood at the edge of the roof, looking into the sky, he didn't know what this feeling was. He heard the slap from where he was but didn't turn to look, simply stared, dead eyed, into the blue sky..