A Meeting in an Attempt to Cure

Marius, like the times before, was silent, thinking about his words before responding. How could she be so stubborn not to do something that might save her life? Sure, memories could be bad, but dying was worse, he was sure of it. Upon hearing that she said he didn't understand, he nodded slightly. It was true, after all; he had never been through such an experience, and the seventeen year old wouldn't deny this. "You're correct," he said, frowning inwardly as he turned away. "My apologies for dragging this subject on, but, don't you think you're being the tinniest bit stubborn, Miss Marine? The place may not have great memories, but you're going to lose all of your memories, even the good ones, if you die. So, I ask you, which is worse? Facing bad memories, or losing every last one of them?"

Marius waited until she had finished speaking to do so himself, not waiting to do so like he had the last few times. "Well, if you don't have many good memories, you should keep on living to make them," he told her. She looked to be about his age, so she had plenty of times to make memories. Just because she might not have had a great past didn't mean that she couldn't have a better future.

He wondered who Everto was, though he didn't really need to after hearing her statement about him coming back and leaving again. He was probably someone she had liked, perhaps even loved, and he had probably left her. Well, he was a jerk. Who would be stupid enough to leave a girl like Marine alone and heart broken? "Maybe he didn't mean to leave, maybe it was unexpected and he didn't have time to tell you," he said, trying to give her some words of encouragement.

The seventeen year old's face reddened somewhat from embarrassment when she corrected him. "My apologies, Marine," he told her. "It's habit. I won't use 'Miss' anymore."

When she said he was right, Marius couldn't help but smile slightly. Perhaps he could get her to go there and save herself eventually. Not right now, though, seeing as how it wouldn't be wise to push her. "Sure," he told her when she asked if he wanted to go some place warmer, and he stood up, holding a hand down to her in case she wanted help getting up. "Where do you wish to go, Marine?"

He simply put his hands into his pockets when she stood up on her own. It had been her choice to accept help or not, so he wasn't going to act like he was confused. It looked like he was going to have to pick, seeing as how she didn't care. Marius nodded, and seeing as how she seemed so cold, chose quickly. He had a feeling that her getting sick wouldn't be a great thing, seeing as how she already had that mark and all. "I don't know many of the places here," he told her. "But, um... lounge?" he suggested. He walked toward the door that led back into the school, waiting for her. If she objected, he figured that she would tell him.

Marius hadn't yet actually seen the blood yet, though he thought there was a different smell to the air now that they were inside. He ignored it, though, figuring it might have just been the school. Besides, he hadn't exactly smelled blood enough times in his past to recognize it immediately. He looked at Marine to make sure she was alright. "You ok?" he asked, seeing as how she had her hands on each of her shoulders.