Markus drank more of his drink and glanced through the other pages he had with him. There was a lot to consider. He wished he knew more about her life here; there was just so much he didn't know. Was all her work from home? Or did she have a second ritual space? Some of the Magic mentioned in her older journal would require more space than an apartment, and the newer journal hinted that she was going somewhere other than home. He wished he knew where her body had been discovered. Though he doubted the Exchange would give him that information.
He knew Max was his longshot. Victoria had been secretive and obviously untrusting, and she no doubt felt alone in the end. He doubted there was any more Max could add, but he hoped that perhaps something read would reveal something small or significant—a name, a location, anything. He was musing when he heard the voice. Glancing over, he would listen as Max spoke up.
What was he looking for, and what did he think Max could give him? Truthfully, nothing. At first, he wanted to talk to Max directly, and for the same reasons he had spoken to Sunako, Delilah, and the others, He needed to know who was responsible among her friends. But the longer it continued, the more he realized that wouldn't be possible.
With Max, it was different as well. The journal he held, in some ways, was her last words. A message from the dead. After a moment, Markus would answer, “I don't know. It has been so long, at this point, I am grasping at straws, hoping for any clue or sign. I wanted to look you in the eyes as we talked about her...” Markus was not afraid to look Max in the eyes as he spoke; he knew he was grasping, and hiding that fact was useless. He also had no doubt, thanks to the conversation, that Max wasn't the cause of her death. “I also feel like I am giving her a chance to say some shit she might not have had the courage to do on her own before the end.” He answered honestly; that was the thing about diaries or journals. Usually, they only lied to themselves.
He knew Max was his longshot. Victoria had been secretive and obviously untrusting, and she no doubt felt alone in the end. He doubted there was any more Max could add, but he hoped that perhaps something read would reveal something small or significant—a name, a location, anything. He was musing when he heard the voice. Glancing over, he would listen as Max spoke up.
What was he looking for, and what did he think Max could give him? Truthfully, nothing. At first, he wanted to talk to Max directly, and for the same reasons he had spoken to Sunako, Delilah, and the others, He needed to know who was responsible among her friends. But the longer it continued, the more he realized that wouldn't be possible.
With Max, it was different as well. The journal he held, in some ways, was her last words. A message from the dead. After a moment, Markus would answer, “I don't know. It has been so long, at this point, I am grasping at straws, hoping for any clue or sign. I wanted to look you in the eyes as we talked about her...” Markus was not afraid to look Max in the eyes as he spoke; he knew he was grasping, and hiding that fact was useless. He also had no doubt, thanks to the conversation, that Max wasn't the cause of her death. “I also feel like I am giving her a chance to say some shit she might not have had the courage to do on her own before the end.” He answered honestly; that was the thing about diaries or journals. Usually, they only lied to themselves.