Markus watched the man raise his eyes, stare, and lean back. The look actually surprised him; even when getting what he wanted, an end to Markus' questions, the man was displeased. Markus really was trying to take the man's advice at face value, even if it wasn't much help. Markus had talked to the Exchange, been told he would not be allowed to help with the case, and told where he could go to learn. That was the entire reason Markus had joined the Sewing Circle.
Markus even accepted what Max said and realized that, at that moment, he didn't really know why he was in the bar with this man. He didn't really know what he was looking for. Closure, maybe, but that didn't matter. Taking a deep breath, Markus spoke. He wondered if the mistake he made was explaining himself; he thought it would at least give insight. But, as Max himself said, he didn't care.
“You make a lot of assumptions. I don't blame you; most are right, even if the conclusions are not,” Markus said, not caring anymore about how he sounded. Max didn't know what Markus had brought today or what Markus had done with the information he had. “Don't you think the Exchange was my first stop? Where do you think I got the idea to join the Sewing Circle? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they got your name from my visit; I sent them everything the morning after I spoke with their Inquisitor long ago. If you think they will just let me walk in on a case and give me information. You don't know their Inquisitor that well.” He didn't mention that he had only given them the letters, the information with actual names and that he had found the journal after the fact. He had kept it because he didn't think those five entries, made after she fucked up, would tell them much. Other than that, she regretted her choices for what good that did her. And, maybe that was dumb of him, in that, Max was probably right.
Markus took a moment to pack everything up, including the journals, his personal notes on the case, and everything else, as he finished speaking. “But that doesn't mean I won't try.”
Markus even accepted what Max said and realized that, at that moment, he didn't really know why he was in the bar with this man. He didn't really know what he was looking for. Closure, maybe, but that didn't matter. Taking a deep breath, Markus spoke. He wondered if the mistake he made was explaining himself; he thought it would at least give insight. But, as Max himself said, he didn't care.
“You make a lot of assumptions. I don't blame you; most are right, even if the conclusions are not,” Markus said, not caring anymore about how he sounded. Max didn't know what Markus had brought today or what Markus had done with the information he had. “Don't you think the Exchange was my first stop? Where do you think I got the idea to join the Sewing Circle? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they got your name from my visit; I sent them everything the morning after I spoke with their Inquisitor long ago. If you think they will just let me walk in on a case and give me information. You don't know their Inquisitor that well.” He didn't mention that he had only given them the letters, the information with actual names and that he had found the journal after the fact. He had kept it because he didn't think those five entries, made after she fucked up, would tell them much. Other than that, she regretted her choices for what good that did her. And, maybe that was dumb of him, in that, Max was probably right.
Markus took a moment to pack everything up, including the journals, his personal notes on the case, and everything else, as he finished speaking. “But that doesn't mean I won't try.”