[Marco let out a small breath of relief. Not that he expected any different, but he wanted to give Thatch some choice in it all.]
[So Marco just leans his head against Thatch's chest wearily.]
[Everything's been shit for the entire year since Thatch died, and even here in this place, he's pent up about it. Who is he? He's Marco, and he wants vengeance.]
[He missed him. It was just a few days again but he missed him, like he always does. And he hates being that codependent, but Thatch is one of a kind, the only Thatch there ever was and ever will be.]
[He's burning inside with so much rage, and anger, and hate, and violence, and none of it has an outlet.]
[But he quietly counters it with the love for his brother so at least he can keep breathing.]
Where do you want to be?
[It's still a dark grin, the kind of feral ferocity that usually came when Marco ate a lot of meat and his zoan side started getting out of control, but it's still a grin, and not nearly as psychotic as half of Marco's.]
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[So Marco just leans his head against Thatch's chest wearily.]
[Everything's been shit for the entire year since Thatch died, and even here in this place, he's pent up about it. Who is he? He's Marco, and he wants vengeance.]
[He missed him. It was just a few days again but he missed him, like he always does. And he hates being that codependent, but Thatch is one of a kind, the only Thatch there ever was and ever will be.]
[He's burning inside with so much rage, and anger, and hate, and violence, and none of it has an outlet.]
[But he quietly counters it with the love for his brother so at least he can keep breathing.]
Where do you want to be?
[It's still a dark grin, the kind of feral ferocity that usually came when Marco ate a lot of meat and his zoan side started getting out of control, but it's still a grin, and not nearly as psychotic as half of Marco's.]