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[hr][b][color=purple]Location:[/color][/b] New Rome, Senate House
[b][color=purple]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center]
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Marco simply nodded at Em's words and slipped his hand into hers and then went to leave the Senate house. He hated how he was freezing up at the moment. The smooth talker, easy charmer and natural flirt were all gone in that moment. He almost barely registers Terminus saying he could keep his weapons, as they were officially at war. Or maybe at war. The words were mixing together and blurring in Marco's mind, and he clung to Emily more. 

It was only at the soft sound of a sugar glider that Marco started to pull himself out of his anxiety attack. [color=purple]"Oh... Um Em, do you mind if we swing by the Cohort? Battle... is a bad place for Milo."[/color] He was still out of it, and he probably would need some cuddles with Em later, but at least having the priority of getting little Milo to safety gave himself something else to focus on, besides all the horrible thoughts in his brain.

He was sure he would have to figure out what was going to happen after that once Milo was safe, but a small step was bigger than no step and spiraling downward.