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There was one thing about being mistaken for dead that was nice. No body went looking for you. People grieved, people moved on. That was how it worked in Deus ex machina. The only thing that had been annoying had been going home to an empty house, and then some deathie showing up, looking to loot the place. It was registered under him and Cass so why- he sighed. He'd chased the a*****e off, then gone to make sure Cass was still alive. No report had come in indicating she'd been killed thank god, but, it was slightly alarming to know that he'd need to lock up the house more.

Just proved he couldn't trust anyone.

Dis was trying to get back into Marcus's good graces. Trying to 'patch it up'. But while the weapon didn't remember his insane orders and demands, Marcus did. He remembered each word, each hissed syllable. He remembered why Dis was volatile, and why he'd resisted so much in the first few months. Marcus remembered, and now the vampire was stuck with a hunter that didn't trust him. Not that it mattered. They both knew that in the end, Dis didn't need trust, he just needed control.

Sighing, the moon hunter looked up from the various construction reports. The jungle outpost needed a few small patches and some one in some division was requesting more chairs that were 'sturdy'. A pain, given the chairs were vanishing at an alarming rate. Why, he didn't know, but he just assumed some suns were too slow to realize what chairs were for. Sitting. Not slashing.

Speaking of slashing, he'd been told the statue of himself was still lingering, fall apart, but, lingering. A depressing sight in his opinion. Why they didn't just throw it in the ocean was beyond him. Maybe some people thought it would be a nice lawn ornament.
Not on his lawn though.

It was odd to see Jason of all people by his statue, talking to it of all things. "I can hear you." More guilt came back. People cared, and they mourned. And they thought he'd been dead. Didn't help that he'd purposely avoided others.
"Sorry Jason. I- Well." He held out his arms. "I'm afraid I'm still here. Wish granted?"

Marcus was at times, an affectionate person. He didn't dislike being touched, and was not adverse to touching. Hugs were fine, pats on the shoulder were all okay. But this was awkward. Not because he was being held, or Dis was making a joke but rather because the fact was that Jason thought he'd been dead. Plus grown men crying was a bit odd in public. Private was okay, you could hide it better, public- "It's okay." He wasn't sure what else to say. It was... odd. Being considered dead. Then actually... not being dead.

"Sorry. I didn't really come out when I woke up." He'd gone into a ball of silent joy and misery. Now was more misery then joy with Dis back. Arms wrapped around Jason in a odd man hug of awkward before he let go, giving the guy a small shake of the shoulder along with a smile that wasn't quite as real as it had once been. "Thought I was out of it, sleeping really." He sighed, tugging on his ear, feeling oddly bare without Dis attached and rather on his pocket. "Was kind of nice? But living is a bit better. More colorful and interactive."

A shake of his head, the moon hunter tried to explain a bit better, clearer. "I don't think so? It's difficult. I can't really tell you as I don't know myself? I was asleep, then in infirmary. Pretty much." He gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"As for people knowing- a few, not many. Mostly I'm worried about Cass. She- she was transferred off base right after and has no idea. I'm trying to get into contact with her right now but then-" Another shrug.

"It's been a long few days. Just want to get back to work and back to normal, whatever that is."

A heavy sigh, Marcus nodded. “Yeah. It’s just a lot of work you know. With our numbers so low, I’m working overtime as is. Free time I wasted recently, and now I’m back on full time cycle. Mornings as Nurse, Afternoons working on the repair and construction team, evenings on private training and the assigned duties. Moon lounge.. just glad it’s been stocked as of late. If I had to deal with one more unstocked medkit…” A sad shake of his head. “You’d think the life techs would you know, tell us, but no- leave it to us. Thank god we have majority control of long term care.”

Motioning for Jason to join him as he walked, the moon hunter was trying to find his smile, to force it out. Jason deserved at least that much. “Normal will take a bit but it’ll come to us. Anyway, my magical revival aside, you been doing okay? Keeping up with training?”