"Yeah, but, I don't want to flip out. I was only just getting close to being myself again," Marco muttered softly, not even sure he actually wanted Owen to hear his confession. When he spoke again, it was after he'd gone around one of the trees, keeping an eye on the trunk and pausing to scoop a little shield bug into his carrier. "They're, uh... yeah. They're freaky. It just fucking popped out of the dark."
He frowned when Owen made it clear that he didn't think that they'd get answers, and while he'd been there long enough to know that Owen was probably right, it still felt miserable to hear it out loud. "Any theories?" he asked. It was probably better to focus on that. "I keep trying to remember things, but there's fucking nothing after a certain point, it's just like... it's just rib cage, and mustiness, and then nothing."