Marcus watched as the tent popped out of literal air. He says air, when really it isn't. Which moved his mind onto a small subject as he watched the reincarnation of the imaged tent, creating that nostalgic waterproof memory. [i]What exactly am I breathing?[/i] He thought, hoping that Menaphis would be so kindly to reassure, or intimidate, his thoughts. That brought him to another subject...Memories...the Tent. It reminded him ever-so dearly of that one day, that one rainy September, where Lucy, Dan and himself went camping together. It was a lovely experience. The tent that the Sundancer had just flipped out of the realm of imagery looked so much like the specific one he and Lucy both shared. Small, yet large at the same time. This version that the white-cloaked man had created was clearly much larger, maybe two or three times the size he used. He remembered that day, that night, that wonderful night...It was strange to see that all those fishing activities, those sleeping, those hiking and food cooking had just become a faded memory on another planet. On another planet...home...though...it never really bothered him too much when he knew that someday he'd have to find out the consequences of him leaving so early. So early before his mind would drag itself into a never-ending darkness of lifelessness for all eternity. He saw the Smaller female, dressed so strangely compared to himself. All flamboyant, all ponytails. She looked like she'd come straight out of a fashion show, and had won for the most notable dressing there could be. He was only looking through the corner of his eye, but it was enough to know that the dress would be one difficult attire for battle. He saw her accompany find a place beside them as they began to wish they could join. Marcus' hands were beginning to shake slightly. More people meant more danger, more anxiety...more sadness. He had didn't like having to watch over as a ranged Marksmen, as the Infiltrator. He didn't want people to put their lives in the defence he provided. It scared him, a lot. He shuddered.

"B-Because More is...[i]Merrier[/i]..." He muttered quietly to himself. Marcus turned away with little motion. He looked back at the Sundancer who stared at him. "I...I'm going to...p-pass on the t-tent...I...I'm sorry...It's...It's really kind of you...b-but...I...I like to sleep somewhere t-that I am used to...and...the Outdoors makes everything so memorable..." He shuddered, once more. There was clearly something odd about him as a person, as Menaphis began to flutter beside him.

[color=6ecff6]"You know...when they all tell each other of their backstories tonight, you are going to have some interesting eyes when you tell yours, right?"[/color]

"That's what I'm hoping doesn't happen." He quietly folded his legs as he sat down, staring blankly over the horizon as he re-entered his thought bubble of mystery.