Marco couldn't stop the little wince that came with the idea of Chase weaponizing anything. He actually got along with Chase now, but that didn't change the scars he had now. "We had money that one time," he recalled, turning to look at Lennon. "That one racist time, in the bunker? Not worrying about money is one of the best parts of this place. I got to live in a mansion. It cost... I mean, probably a lot of my sanity in the long run, but not money."
He tried to remember if he'd ever heard Felix play the piano, but he was pretty sure that he'd never known that Felix even had a piano. "Oh, that must have been really good for art," he thought out loud, before silently wondering if he'd interrupted a "moment" between them.