“I see,” he said thoughtfully. “She didn't write to me as often in the end. I guess it was why I missed the news.” He regretted that, above all else, he had gotten so involved in his work, in his mission, that he missed the signs—that he missed her funeral.
Markus would get to the real reason he was here with a small apologetic look. “I didn't know about her life here, outside of a few names such as yours. Hell, I didn't know about this world, The Exchange, any of it. She kept it all from me. When you, Goki, and I met in the subway, I was several drinks into accepting the truth of it all. Hence my... behavior... in the subway.” He didn't apologize for it, nor did he tell the man to attempt to excuse his behavior. He just wanted the man to understand.
“That's why I have been looking into those named, such as yourself.” He turned towards the man. “Do you mind me asking more questions about her life here? What you know of it, at least. And do you mind looking at a few things?”